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jaskierswolf · 3 years

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I’ve got a prompt for you! 💜

Ok, I have no idea why I got this idea just now but it opposed into my head and you’re my fave for Modern AUs so I’m passing it onto you! So like modern college au ski trip where Jaskier twists his ankle on the slopes and has to stay behind while everyone else does a moonlight hike or something. Geralt also stays behind and we get some fireside cuddling. Maybe Lam, Eskel, Aiden, and Coen are there to tease or ship it or something when everyone gets back ☺️ Unsure if it’s happening in a cabin or hotel/resort lobby. But yeah. I’m placing it at your feet, do with it what you will 🤗

(geraskier-trashh)

I’m sorry this took so long!! But here you go my darling!!

Ships: Geraskier and Lambden. Also on AO3

Warnings: Minor injury, and sexual references. _______

Geralt was pacing in the lobby of their hotel. It was nearly half past five and Jaskier should have been back by now. They were in different groups for their ski lessons, Geralt being a more advanced skier than his friend. All the other ski school groups has returned over an hour ago. Only Aiden and Jaskier remained uncounted for. The sun had crept behind the snowy peaks of the surrounding mountains. The ski lift had stopped working and yet there was still no sign of Jaskier and Aiden.

Lambert was lounged out on one of the sofas by the bar, tossing a stress ball into the air and catching it again in a never-ending rhythm. “Relax.” Lambert sighed. “They’ll be fine. They probably just decided to après-ski”

Geralt growled at his brother. “No, not tonight. Jask knows that we’re night skiing tonight. He hasn’t shut up about it all week. He’s been looking forward to skiing to together for a change.”

Lambert snorted. “Don’t know why you’re letting him. He’ll slow you down.”

Geralt rolled his eyes. “And you’re willingly skiing with a snowboarder.”

Aiden was learning to ski in Jaskier’s intermediate group after lunch but Lambert’s boyfriend’s real skill lay with the snowboard. He tore up the slope when he was on his board and spent most of morning in the snow parks doing tricks and flips off the jumps and rails that could be found there.

Lambert grinned dopily. “The things we do for love, white wolf.”

“How come you aren’t more worried? Your boyfriend is missing too.”

Lambert shrugged and ran a hand through the thick red curls on his head. “Ski school said all the groups were back. You know what Aiden and Jaskier are like when they’re together. I’m surprised they’ve not been arrested yet. Our boyfriends are terrible for each other.”

“Not my boyfriend.” Geralt sighed. No matter how many times Geralt said it, Lambert still insisted on calling Jaskier his boyfriend.

“Their phones probably died.” Lambert suggested, completely ignoring Geralt’s protest.

Geralt shook his head. “Jaskier would never let that happen, besides he has a portable charger.”

Lambert rolled his eyes. “They’ll be fine, Geralt.”

Geralt continued his pacing in the lobby and Lambert restarted his game of catch. The thud of the ball landing in his hand was driving Geralt mad. Every catch was a second passed that Jaskier hadn’t returned. He was having visions of the pair of them being lost off the side of the mountain. The idiots had probably decided to take the lift back up without their instructor and gotten injured as a result. Not even the picturesque hotel could calm his nerves. It was warm and bathed in a soft yellow glow. There were paintings of the ski resort hung on the walls. Some of the paintings showed the resort as Geralt knew it, but there were several of the mountains with luscious green grass. Edelweiss flowers were often found engraved into the wooden frames. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself, the warm scent of hot spiced wine filled his nose but it wasn’t enough. He needed the startling blue of Jaskier’s eyes and his gentle chamomile perfume.

The hotel was gorgeous and it was expensive, too expensive but Jaskier’s parents had insisted that Jaskier and his friends had needed a break. The trip had been paid for in full before any of them could protest the cost. The gang insisted on paying for their own drinks though. They refused to let Jaskier’s parents, no matter how rich they were, foot the bill on that one. The hotel overlooked the main slope, a blue run that ran all the way into the village, ending by the bubble lift and a collection of ski rental shops and bars. The best bar for après-ski though was half way up the mountain. Everyone knew that. From their hotel they could often see the drunk skiers and boarders trying to make their way down the hill, at least they could when they weren’t amongst them. Geralt always tried to remain alert enough that he could help Jaskier down. His friend always seemed to forget the steep hill that lay between them and their beds. If it was too bad they would take the snowmobile shuttle back down but Jaskier called him a party pooper when they tried.

From their hotel they could ski in and out of the boot room. It was a luxury Geralt had never known in all his years. He was used to trekking through the snowy villages with his skis on his back, and Jaskier’s too in recent years. The brunet would always whine and pout until Geralt helped to carry his skis. He didn’t mind, not really.

The doors opened letting in an icy breeze. Geralt’s eyes snapped up and the noise of Lambert’s stress ball stopped, bouncing across the tiled floor. Geralt heard the shuffle of fabric but he didn’t look round. Aiden was half carrying a limping Jaskier through the door. Jaskier’s arm was around Aiden’s neck and he had his ski poles in his other hand as a support. Geralt rushed over to help.

“Jaskier!” He growled. “What the fuck happened?”

“We went shopping after skiing. I thought I would be able to buy that painting of the horses you like… as a gift.” Jaskier whined. “But I slipped on some bloody ice. I sprained my ankle. It fucking hurts.”

“Nothing’s broken.” Aiden noted, his soft french accent coming through more strongly like it always did when he got emotional. “We’ve just got back from the hospital.”

Geralt was furious. They’d been all the way to the fucking hospital and no one had said a bloody word.

“Now before you say anything, wolf.” Aiden said sharply. “He landed on his phone and it broke.”

“And yours?” Geralt asked with a raised eyebrow.

Lambert snorted. “As if he charged it last night. He’s a fucking nightmare.” Lambert patted Geralt on the shoulder and then wrapped his arms around Aiden’s waist, burying his face into the snowboarder’s neck. “Hey kitten.”

Geralt hummed and he scooped Jaskier up into his arms. His ankle was clearly hurting him and it would help to take the pressure off of it. Geralt watched his brother for a few seconds, noting the way he melted into Aiden’s embrace, and felt bad. Lambert had been worried…. very worried. He’d just hidden that from Geralt because Geralt had been a fucking mess.

And Jaskier was only his friend.

Friend.

The word felt bitter on his tongue.

How long had it been since he’d thought of Jaskier as a friend? He’d been completely gone on the man for at least a few years now. It had been a completely daft revelation. Jaskier hadn’t been doing anything special or even particularly charming at the time. He’d been asleep on Geralt’s bed after Geralt had gotten back from a pub night with his brothers. The brunet had been drooling all over Geralt’s pillows and wearing one of his shirts as he sprawled like a starfish over the bed, and he’d been snoring.

Geralt had watched his friend sleep for a few minutes before he’d realised the snoring wasn’t even irritating, hell he even found it… cute?

And with that the epiphany had hit him like a truck. He was in love with his best friend.

He’d grabbed a spare pair of boxers from his drawers and gone to sleep in Jaskier’s room. It had taken all his self control not to slid into the single bed next to Jaskier.

He’d been in love with him ever since and stoically ignoring it the best he could. Jaskier was very open in his feelings. If he loved Geralt then Geralt would know. His friend wasn’t exactly subtle.

“Are you alright?” He murmured as he carried Jaskier over to the sofas by the large open fireplace in the lounge area.

Jaskier’s arms were wrapped around his neck and Jaskier snuggled up against his chest. It hurt in some ways. It could be so easily interpreted as something more than it was. Geralt wouldn’t change it for the world. As much as he wished for more, he lived for the calm moments of intimacy that fell between them.

“Yeah.” Jaskier mumbled, his face red from the cold. “It’s sore but I’ll live.”

“You won’t be able to ski tonight.”

Jaskier pouted and groaned. “Geralt! We never get to ski together.”

Geralt chuckled and dumped Jaskier onto the sofa before sliding down next to him. Jaskier shrugged out of his bulky teal ski coat and pulled his snood over his head. His hair messed up completely but Geralt thought it looked endearing. Jaskier dropped the layers on the floor before curling up against Geralt’s chest.

“If it’s alright by the morning then we’ll skip ski school.” He suggested.

“Hmmph.”

“That’s a whole day together.” Geralt draped his arm around Jaskier and pulled him closer.

“It’s more romantic at night.” Jaskier sighed.

Geralt’s heart stammered in his chest and he felt the heat rising in his cheeks. “Romantic?”

“I meant… fuck.” Jaskier tried to shuffle away but Geralt grabbed his arm and then brought his hand up to Jaskier’s cheek.

“Romantic?” He asked again, his voice low and unsure in his words.

“Ah well. Freudian slip.” Jaskier bit his lip and his soft blue eyes were looking everywhere except at Geralt.

“Jaskier.”

“Yes, darling?”

“Did. Did you want it to be…”

“Yes.” Jaskier answered too quickly. “Of course I do. The whole world knows that, Geralt.” He covered Geralt’s hand with his own and his cheek pressed into Geralt’s palm. “But I know you don’t and that’s alright, dear friend.”

“I don’t?” Geralt asked with a smirk.

Jaskier frowned. “You don’t… Do you?”

Geralt tilted his head and brushed his thumb along Jaskier’s cheek. “I. I do yeah.”

Jaskier’s eyes widened. His face flushed even darker than before. Geralt usually would have said the soft glow of the fire was to blame but he was starting to wonder.

“This could. Well, I mean.” Jaskier gestured to the fireplace. “This could also be… romantic?”

Geralt let out a shaky breath and rested his forehead against Jaskier’s, his eyes shutting on their own accord. “Yeah?”

“Hmm.” Jaskier agreed and Geralt could feel his warm breath against his skin.

“Careful. “ He murmured. “You’re starting to sound like me.”

“God forbid.” Jaskier laughed and captured Geralt’s lips in a kiss.

Geralt hummed against Jaskier’s lips, still cold from the icy weather outside. Jaskier’s hands slid into Geralt’s hair and Geralt couldn’t resist pushing Jaskier down onto the sofa so his back hit the soft cushions. His lips brushed from Jaskier’s lips along his jaw and he nipped at the soft skin of his swanlike neck.

“Geralt…” Jaskier gasped quietly and a hand squeezed his arse.

Geralt gave a low growled before sucking hard at the pale skin under his lips, biting gently until a dark bruise began to form. Once he was satisfied by the mark he kissed the tender skin before pressing their lips together once more. Jaskier moaned into the kiss and one of his legs wrapped around Geralt’s arse.

“Oi!”

They broke apart, panting and red faced. Jaskier groaned and buried his face against Geralt’s shoulder. “Fuck.” He muttered.

Geralt smirked at Lambert, not caring that they’d been caught. He was too happy to care. “Brother.”

“You have a room.” Lambert snapped. “Use it.”

“Darling, it’s young love. Be nice.” Aiden purred and pressed a kiss to Lambert’s cheek. “We were going to see if you were still coming out skiing tonight but I see you’ve finally got your head out of your arse instead. Have fun boys, be safe. Don’t do anything I would do.”

Geralt laughed. “Isn’t that supposed to be don’t do what you wouldn’t do?”

Aiden winked. “There isn’t much I wouldn’t do, white wolf.”

Jaskier finally emerged from Geralt’s shoulder and held his hand out. Aiden high-fived it with a smirk before Lambert dragged his boyfriend away towards the stairs. “We need to get ready kitten.”

“But darling.” Aiden said loudly, making sure everyone in the lobby could hear. “I’ve been waiting all day to get you out of those clothes.”

“Fuck.” Lambert cursed. “Little shit, upstairs.”

“You love me!”

“Fuck knows why. Come on.” Lambert gave him a shove up the stairs.

“Stop acting like you’re the one in charge, wolf.” Aiden sang sweetly. “Everyone knows how much you like to beg for—”

Aiden’s words were cut off by Lambert’s hand over his mouth.

Geralt grinned before turning back to Jaskier. He gently brushed Jaskier’s hair out of his eyes and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “You wanna take this upstairs?” He asked gently.

To his surprise Jaskier shook his head. “Not yet.”

Geralt raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t get me wrong, I am very interested in continuing this upstairs.” Jaskier gently thrust his hips up to make his point. Geralt groaned softly as he felt Jaskier’s erection rub against his. “But I’d like to enjoy the fire a little longer first. It really is rather romantic. A warm fireplace in an alpine hotel with snowy mountains outside.”

“Romantic bastard.” Geralt laughed and bumped their noses together gently.

“Yes, but I am your romantic bastard.” Jaskier paused and licked his lips. “If you’ll have me.”

Geralt sat up, his legs straddling Jaskier’s waist. He rested his hands on Jaskier’s chest. “Mine.” He said softly. “And I’m yours, if you’ll have me?”

Jaskier laughed, his blues eyes crinkling in the corners and Geralt’s heart felt warmer at the sound his melodic laugh. “Of course I’ll have you, you daft idiot.”

Geralt grinned and leant back down to rest his head on Jaskier’s chest. “Hmm.” He replied, hoping Jaskier would understand his words. If anyone could translate then it would be Jaskier, but he was suddenly feeling almost overwhelmed by the emotions in his chest, the happiness. Words just didn’t seem like enough.

Jaskier’s fingers gently combed through his hair and he let his eyes close as he focused on the steady flutter of Jaskier’s heartbeat. “I love you too.” Jaskier murmured. Geralt smiled against Jaskier’s chest. Jaskier heartbeat raced a little faster.

“Mine.” Geralt repeated in a whisper.

“Yours.” Jaskier agreed. __________

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sneezyminniejo · 3 years

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All in the Timing

This was requested on AO3

Felix gets injured during practice

TW injury

The members of the Mayfly dance unit were gathered in KQ Entertainment's practice room eating the ice cream Peniel ordered. They were also beginning discussions on what they wanted to do for their performance.

"I think it would be awesome if Peniel hyung is like commanding a bunch of dogs on leashes." Minho said. The others were quick to agree.

There was a whole host of conversation on the choreo, when San chimed in "What if one of us jumps off a platform and lands in another's arms." Everyone started to murmur in excitement at the thought of the stunt and immediately began planning out the details.

After some deliberation, it was decided that Felix would be the one to jump, while Wooyoung would catch him. The nine members then began discussing the logistics of the jump.

They decided that Wooyoung would be braced by four or five dancers, while Felix would get a running start before jumping into the older man's arms. It was also decided that four dancers would prop Felix up until he could practice on the actual set.

The practices at the studio had been going swimmingly. There was one moment where Wooyoung nearly dropped Felix, but no one got hurt. It just caused the duo to be more determined to practice the jump.

After another long day of practice, the five Ateez members invited the other four over to their dorm for dinner. Peniel declined, as he needed to get back to his own apartment for some rest before recording his podcast. Minho and Jeongin also declined, having already made plans with some of their friends. Minho merely told Felix to be back at the dorm by a reasonable hour and left it at that.

When the six men arrived at the Ateez dorm, they all got comfortable on the couch as they discussed what to have for dinner. Seonghwa insisted on making something and eventually got Felix to choose what. Seonghwa then moved to the kitchen to begin making dinner.

As Seonghwa was preparing dinner the other two Ateez members returned home and were equally ecstatic that Felix was joining them for dinner. “I know Minho hyung said that you should get back to your own dorm at a reasonable time, but you guys were also talking about how your first schedule is coming here for practice, so why don’t you just sleep over? It’ll save you the headache of travelling.” Jongho had said at one point. Soon after the others were humming in agreement about how it made more logical sense to just stay over.

Felix pondered for a minute. “I would need to borrow some clothes, but as long as I text Chan-hyung, I should be able to stay the night with no problems.” He quickly texted Chan and Minho just in case Chan was too absorbed in his own work and quickly got a thumbs up emoji in response from both of them.

“Hyung says I can stay the night, but I’m going to need to borrow somebody’s clothes for the night, and tomorrow.” Everyone was excited and the others were quick to figure out who’s clothes Felix could borrow and the sleeping arrangements for the night before they continued to eat their dinner.

At some point after dinner, Hongjoong and Seonghwa had decided to go to their rooms. Hongjoong to get some writing done, and Seonghwa wanted to continue reading a book he was in the middle of. That left the 99 liners and the 00 liners in the living room.

The six men were sitting in the living room chatting and the five members of Mayfly’s dance unit started to tell Jongho about the jump they had planned for their choreography.

“I almost dropped him last time Jongie. I feel like we need more practice, but we need four people to hold me up and four more to prom Felix up since we don’t have the platform yet.” Wooyoung pouted slightly as he was complaining to his dongsaeng. Jongho was listening intently to his hyung then got an idea.

“Hyungs, we have enough people to practice the jump right here.” The others stared at him a moment, then San motioned for him to continue. “ We could all hold up Wooyoungie hyung, and Felix could run off the couch.” The first person to move was Felix, who immediately jumped on the couch and started making power stances. The others moved some things out of the way then worked together to figure out how to properly brace Wooyoung.

One the 99 liners and Jongho were confident in having Wooyoung properly braced, Wooyoung gave Felix the go ahead to run off the couch and jump into his arms. Felix made sure he was on the opposite end of the couch from where he was going to jump, then he started running.

When Felix jumped off the armrest of the couch, his foot slipped, making it so he didn’t have a firm stance when he leapt into the air. Since Felix didn’t have a firm stance when he jumped, he was also unable to properly land in Wooyoung’s arms.

It almost happened in slow motion. Felix felt his ankle twinge weirdly when he jumped, and again when it accidentally hit Yunho’s side. Wooyoung is holding onto Felix’ shirt as if his life depended on it. However because Felix didn’t land properly, Wooyoung didn’t have a proper grip on the younger, practically taking off Felix’ shirt in the process.

Wooyoung quickly got out of the grasp of the others, and they all went to assess both Yunho and Felix. Yunho wasn’t very hurt. Felix hadn’t kicked very hard at all. It was more of his foot digging into his side a little as he fell than it was a kick. Felix on the other hand was sitting on the ground holding foot up to his chest.

“Felix-ah, are you hurt?” San asked, somewhat rhetorically since the younger was cradling one of his feet. Felix nodded as tears began to emerge from his eyes. “I think I twisted my ankle.” Yeosang quickly ran to the kitchen to get some ice, while San and Jongho helped Felix stand up. As soon as Felix tried to put some weight on his foot, he hissed in pain and brought his foot back into the air as he was helped to the couch. Meanwhile Wooyoung went to go get Hongjoong and Seonghwa, so they could be informed that their guest was injured.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa were quick to leave their rooms to see what the damage was. Seonghwa took a look at Felix’ ankle and agreed that it was most likely sprained. Wooyoung was messaging Minho to tell him Felix was injured, while Hongjoong was doing the same thing with Chan.

Hongjoong and Wooyoung both assured Chan and Minho respectively that Felix had ice on his ankle and that they had bandages to wrap it up in later. The two Ateez members sighed as they put down their phones and went to help out.

Wooyoung went to the bathroom to get the bottle of paracetamol and a glass of water. When he returned to the living room, he handed the medicine to the younger and began propping his foot up on the throw pillows that had been thrown to the floor when they practiced their stunt.

“So all Wooyoung told us was that Felix had injured his ankle. He didn’t tell us how. Would anyone care to enlighten us?” Seonghwa asked the group, giving them a very stern look, daring them to lie to him. Felix was the one to confess. “We were practicing the stunt for our Mayfly performance. I got the timing wrong when I jumped off the couch.” Seonghwa just about face palmed upon hearing what happened. Instead he sighed exasperatedly and sat down next to the younger.

“We need to keep your foot elevated tonight, and you probably shouldn’t put any weight on it for the next few days.” Seongwha paused and gave everyone a stern look before continuing, “That means no practicing the choreo or the stunt for Felix.” The others were quick to nod their heads in understanding. Satisfied, Seonghwa turned on the tv and told the others to get ready for bed. Hongjoong had just returned from their storage closet holding a pair of crutches from the last time one of them had injured their leg.

“Here Felix, this way you can get around our dorm without having to put any weight on your foot and no one will have to carry you.” Felix thanked the older, glad that he wouldn’t have to be carried around until he got back to his own dorm. It wasn’t long after that the others returned to the living room. They watched tv for a little while before deciding that it was time for bed. The members of the dance unit were all thinking similar things, ‘dance practice will be interesting tomorrow.’

The following day Felix, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, and Wooyoung guiltily waited for the others to arrive. Minho and Jeongin were the first to enter the room. Both members went over to Felix to see how his ankle was. “Hyung, I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt as much today as it did yesterday, and I can move my ankle just fine. It primarily hurts if I try to put weight on it.” Felix demonstrated by rotating his ankle, showing zero discomfort. Minho sighed in relief, as that meant it wasn’t a severe injury.

A few minutes later, a completely oblivious Peniel entered the practice room. Peniel felt the tension as soon as he walked in. “What’s with all the tension? I could cut it with a knife.” Peniel joked before he zeroed in on Felix’ propped up ankle with a set of crutches at his side.

“What happened to Felix?” Peniel asked Minho. Minho shrugged, “Ask him, he slept over with Ateez last night and we got a message from Hongjoong and Wooyoung saying he got hurt and he probably wouldn’t be able to practice for a few days. Peniel looked at Felix, Concern etched on his face.

Felix Sheepishly looked down at his hands as he answered. “Funny you should mention practice. We decided to practice the jump last night at the dorm and my timing was a bit off. When I jumped off the couch, my foot slipped and Wooyoung wasn’t able to catch me.”

“Felix, did you learn nothing from the monkey’s who jumped on the bed?” Peniel asked. Felix chuckled a little at Peniel’s joke. “Nice one, but in my defence, I was jumping off a couch doing a stunt, not jumping on a bed with no regards to my surroundings.” Felix then high fived Peniel, glad that the older wasn’t mad at him. The others were a bit confused at what the two native English speakers were talking about, but decided not to question it in favor of practicing.

The day of the Kingdom performance, Felix’ ankle was almost completely healed. Throughout all the preparation Felix and Wooyoung decided that they were going to do the stunt, even though they hadn’t had as much practice as they would have liked. Felix had been dancing just fine throughout the entirety of the performance, but when it came time for his stunt, he had become nervous and hoped he wouldn’t re-injure his ankle.

As Felix was running across the platform, he hoped with all his might that he would get the timing correct and land safely in Wooyoung’s arms. Unknowingly to Felix, Chan had been watching worriedly in the SKZ waiting room and had actually worriedly said Felix’ name out loud in concern when it came time for the jump. To his, and everyone else’s relief, Felix landed squarely in Wooyoung’s arms. The members of the other three groups didn’t know that Felix did the stunt on an injured ankle and were even more impressed when they found out.

After Mayfly was done with all of their performances, Eunkwang bought ice cream for everyone.

#hurt/comfort #stray kids #ateez #btob #kingdom legendary war #sickfic

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queenofthefallenangels · 3 years

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She’s Mine Part 5

Jon Moxley x Reader

Rated: M

Chapter Summary: After weeks of dressing up you like a doll, Jon is sick of it.

A/N: I am just going to say this and I will probably say it again. This is a work of fiction. Nothing I write reflects my views on Renee or their relationship. This is all for fun. Please no hate.

Tags: @abadamn @hotyeehawman

I was trapped. After the brutal attack on Jon, things became more clear. Don was ready to throw Jon and me under the bus in a matter of seconds. He was actively waiting for me to screw up enough just to do so.

No one had to tell me that Don didn’t like me and it wasn’t for the cheating. He didn’t like me because I wasn’t the model perfect girlfriend for Kenny. So, I wasn’t stick thin, Kenny never cared. So, I wasn’t the prettiest girl in the room, most of the time, Kenny would say I was anyway. He always made sure I knew I was beautiful and that those things didn’t matter to him. He loved me for who I was.

At least so I thought. He seemed to like the new clothes that Don had picked out for me these last few weeks that I had been parading around with them. I went with them to Impact along with AEW. All of them wearing skin tight close that made me feel more obtuse than sexy. Kenny seemed to think I looked great in them. He really liked the one that he ended up destroying. It was red with lace around the stomach so you could see my skin. Once we were alone for the night, he ripped it off in minutes before fucking rentlessly in me. This was the first time we had sex in what felt like months and it felt entirly wrong. It wasn’t like having sex with Jon where it was so wrong that it made itself right. When Jon was rough, it felt amazing. Kenny on the other hand, it just wasn’t right. I didn’t want to say he was vanilla normally in bed, but compared to Jon he really was. It wasn’t a bad thing either. I don’t what made him try to be rougher with me that night, but the whole time all I could think about was Jon. How I wish he was the one who I was hovering over me, or the one who was taking me from behind. I pictured it the whole time I was with Kenny.

I hadn’t spoken to Jon since the night Don had shown me the pictures. It was too risky. I didn’t know how Don had found out about Jon and I, but I wasn’t about to find out either. I missed Jon though. It was driving me crazy. This wasn’t how this was supposed to be. Then again, I never fully thought through the concisques of the actions.

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“I need air,” I told Kenny as we began to walk back to the dressing room from the cafeteria. I hadn’t eaten at all. I hated going on stage with a full stomach especially since tonight we were going to see Jon. Kenny had yet to answer his question of a rematch. He was holding out on him. He said he wanted to see how many times he could embarrass Jon.

His thing against Jon confused me. As far as I know, the only person who knows about the affair is Don. He has yet to tell Kenny and is just waiting for that perfect moment to spring it on him. So why is Kenny so hell-bent against Jon? He acted like the man had done something really dirty to Kenny and he didn’t even know what that was.

He nodded at me, “Okay, just don’t stay too long. I need you out there with me.” He kissed the top of my head before leaving me to go back to his dressing room.

I sighed as I began to walk out. I slipped on my heel on the way out twisting my ankle. I cussed softly under my breath as I fell to the ground.

“Oh, look, Kenny’s favorite doll.” said a voice. The voice was deep and husky as it spoke. I turned to see who it belonged to. It was Jon. He was standing out there smoking another cigarette. “What, princess? Lost your prince?”

“What the fuck is your problem?” I shot back. I was rubbing my ankle as I spoke. “If you aren’t going to help me then could you please go smoke your cigarette somewhere else so I can get some clean air.”

“Why should I help you?” He spat. “It’s bad enough you dumped me, but now your little boy toy is out there beating my ass every week. Not that you care in your pretty new dresses.”

“You think that I enjoy watching you get your ass beat every week? You think that I don’t want to stop it?” I couldn’t believe Jon would actually think that. I hated to see him hurt more than anything. If this is what they did before Kenny knew, I didn’t want to see what would happen when he finds out. He didn’t respond. He moved closer to me and inspected my ankle.

“You should be fine. You didn’t sprain it or anything.” His fingers touching it lightly as he squatted down beside me. “Why do you wear these ridiculous shoes anyway?”

I made a face, “Your wife wears these shoes.” I said taking my foot away from him. I did my best to ignore the slight tingle that came off his touch. “Besides, Kenny likes them.” He rolled his eyes at that statement. “Do you like them?” I simply shook my head looking down. “What I thought.” He said getting up from this squatting position. “Is this why you broke up with me, so you can play Vanna White for Kenny? If it is, that is absolute bullshit.” “Jon, it was an affair. We should have known it was going to end eventually. You have a wife and I have a boyfriend.”

“My wife doesn’t love me and you know that. She never has.” He spat. I looked away from him. I didn’t know much about their relationship. Just the fact that she had cheated, other than that Jon kept things pretty silent about her. “Kenny doesn’t love you either. Not like I do at least.”

I glared at him, “Enough to leave your wife for me? You don’t love me. You love having sex with me because you can’t get it from anywhere else.” I spat.

He chuckled darkly at my words, “You don’t think I can get it anywhere else? Oh, I got some news for you, princess.” He spat the word at me. I didn’t like the way he was calling me princess. He never called me princess before. It was like he was trying to piss me off. It was working. “I can get it from any girl I would want if I really wanted to.”

“Then why don’t you?” I yelled. “Go find some whore and have her suck your dick!” I slowly stood up as I tried my best to balance. I didn’t stay up long and fell straight to the ground.

Jon caught me before my face hit the ground. He shook his head as he lifted me to look at him. “When are you going to fucking get it? I just want you.” He said pulling me close. I was expecting him to kiss me. No, I wanted him to kiss me. I was dying for him to kiss me. I hadn’t felt his lips in weeks and I wanted them so badly, but I couldn’t have them.

I looked away from him, “Jon, I can’t.” Tears sprinkled my eyes. “I can’t. Don knows about us. He had pictures. Everything. He blackmailed me into doing all this. I hate it, you know I do. I don’t want to be center stage. I like the background and helping wrestlers with storylines. I haven’t been able to do that much with all of this. It sucks, Kenny treats me like a barbie doll and I can’t do shit about it because he’s already beating you like crazy. What is he going to do when he finds out?” Jon shook his head. “I can take care of it. I know some people.” “Who?” “Eddie Kingston. He worked with Don before he might know how to handle this blackmail.” He kissed my head softly. “But no matter what, we are going to fight this.”

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hobbitsnapes · 3 years

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The heart of the Scout Regiment part 2

A mini Levi Ackerman story

Summary: Since the beginning of the survey corps, not one member has changed the group like she did, if only they knew, what one persons heart, could change them all.

Not every mission goes off without a hitch, there were always times where there was nothing they could do, nothing she could do, to prevent the ever looming death.

There were 2 fallen soldiers today, both that she shed a few tears for each. She had gotten better with it over time, less distraught each time. But there was still a deep pain she felt, for she thought of them as her family.

She did manage to save many others though, but in the process, she injured her left ankle. It wasn’t broken, but she knew as soon as she felt the shooting pain go up her leg, that it was trouble.

It wasn’t as bad as she initially thought, after being checked at by medics, she found out it was just a sprained ankle. She was informed that she’d have to be off that foot for roughly about a week, depending upon how it’s feeling it could be even longer.

With the help of her teammates, she managed to almost completely heal her injury, almost.

She managed to walk almost perfectly fine, but every once in a while, a sharp pain would make her leg shake, causing her to take a small few second break before walking again.

She knew it wasn’t major, but she also couldn’t help but worry, thus, bringing her to where she is now.

She sat between her captain and commander, listening as they talked idly about the next mission in the morning. Her breath caught in her throat, waiting for when she can speak up without interrupting them.

As if Levi could read her mind, he looked down at her, noting her silence during the entire dinner.

“Everything alright?” He asks, making her look up into his eyes. “Of course, why?” “I asked you a question about tomorrow, and you never responded.” He says, voice less commanding than he would to other cadets.

“I actually won’t be making it tomorrow.” His face slightly falls at this, “I’m for the most part all better with my ankle, but once in a while, I’ll have to take a small break if I’m walking or running too fast. I could make it if you really need me to, but I’m worried I’ll be more of a liability if I happen to hurt it further.” He lets a small smile to his face, looking down at her. “It’s fine, take your time to heal completely.” Her heart warms at his words, a light flush dusting her cheeks.

While he disliked that she would be missing another outing, he understood her worries. And, while he genuinely loved having her there by their side, her skills weren’t needed this time.

It was simple, they were being sent out to collect food that was believed to be left in the abandoned homes inside wall Maria.

They were able to map out a route that would hopefully be far from any Titans, if there were any, they were instructed to leave them be unless absolutely necessary.

Due to the harsh winter, it had become harder to transport food to the scouts, and many feared of the coming blizzards that would hinder any transportation.

Thus, they were going out to collect any and all cans goods they could find, just in the case that they needed it. Simple.

Her arms wrapped tightly around the pair that she’s now called her children, her three Munchkins as she calls them.

Even with all of them towering over her, she still managed to wrap them all in a group hug like it’d be the last time they saw each other again.

She knew how simple this mission was, that they would be back before she knew it, but the fear of them getting lost, hurt, or worse, clouded her mind and rang in her heart as she clutched them all together.

“Please, be safe guys.” She says, all of their eyes looking at her in question. She rolls her eyes at their confused expressions. “I know that’s idiotic to say with this job but, you you guys get what mean you aren’t stupid.” This makes all of them laugh, their heads turning when they heard another, more deep laugh approaching them. “Well I don’t know about that Y/N. They can all be rather slow at times.” Levi says, a faint line of a smirk on his lips.

Her arms wrap securely around his neck, head rested against his shoulder.

His arms wrap around the bottom of her back, nose in her hair as he breathes in the smell of spearmint from her hair wash.

“Please be careful, and come back in one piece.” She mumbled, tears brimming her eyes. “You know I’ll always make it back,” he says, heart throbbing in his chest as he hears how horse her voice is. “I know, but it still scares me cause I’m not there to protect you all.” She admits, pulling away from his shoulder as she looks into his steel eyes. “Were not going anywhere near any Titans, we’ve done things like this before and were perfectly fine. Well make it back before nightfall. Trust me.” He says, eyes looking into hers. Her heart warms in her chest at his words, a faint smile on her lips. “Alright, I trust you.”

Time seemed to drag on most of the day, her attention being on the sky above and looking out front, waiting to see their horses trucking back.

But as the sun fell and a dark curtain to cascade over the sky, her heart grew heavier with worry when there were no sight of the men.

Maybe they won’t be back until later in the night she thought, hoping that was just the case. Maybe they managed to find other things they needed so it was harder to bring back. They’ll be back by morning she hoped, that night in her knees praying, asking God to make sure they make it back.

Her heart sank in her chest when she got up that next morning, not seeing any of the horses in their stables, or anyone of them back in the large castle.

She hurried to Erwin's office, seeing him sat at his table as she entered. “Commander?” She asks, standing at his door, waiting for him to greet her. “Hm, oh yes, come in.” He says, eyes looking up from his papers.

“Have, you heard anything from the group that were sent out yesterday morning?” She asks, worry etched in her tone. A sigh leaves his lips, eyes looking back down to his papers. “We haven’t heard anything from them yet. But there’s nothing to worry about, they probably got caught in a storm and took refuge in an abandoned building for the night, they’ll be back soon.”

Soon seemed to be further than she had hoped, her mind clouding with thoughts of where they could be. Were they stuck? Did their horses run off? Did they have a run in with a group of Titans? Are they okay?

Thoughts growing only worse as the day grows on, fear bubbling up so much she felt sick that night as she prayed, tears in her eyes as she pleaded for their return.

Fear twisted her stomach as soon as she woke, hurily getting up from her bed as she looked out her window, feeling her empty stomach twist when she again, saw an empty stable.

Her feet carried her to his office, eyes trained forward as she marched to him.

It had been days, 3 to be exact since they left. She knew sometimes they took longer than planned, especially with the ever worsening weather. But she wasn’t just going to stay inside this castle like a frail princess like she red about as a child, waiting for their return.

Her fists harshly hit against his door, hearing a faint come in from behind it. Her stomach shaking.

“Again, we haven’t heard anything. You’ll be one of the firsts to know cadet.” He says as soon as she enters, not even bothering to let her ask.

“I know, that’s why I’m going out to find them.” She says, arms crossed over her chest, voice harsh as she stares at him.

His head abruptly looking up from his papers, “absolutely not cadet. That’s not only irrational to even think about, but absolutely mad to do.” “And I don’t care. They were only supposed to be gone for a day, it’s been 3 now with no word whatsoever on their condition. I’m going out and that’s on my own accord commander.” She bites back, voice just as harsh as his.

There were few times she used the tone, even fewer with the commander. But if there’s one thing that she cares more about than her life, it was those she called family. She would fight tooth and nail for them, no matter the cost.

“Do you have any idea how idiotic that would be? To go out there looking for them in this weather? What’s gotten into you?” He says, voice harsh as he stares her down.

A faint tear collects in her eyes as she visibly shakes, “you don’t think I know that? I lived in this weather as a child until I was a teen. And how dare you ask what’s gotten into me? My family, my children are out there in this weather. They are the only thing I’ve got left because my actual family died in this kind of weather. So sorry I’m concerned for them unlike you. I’m.going.”

He lets out a sigh as he rests his head in his hand, “fine, I apologize for my words. But if you are set on going, wait for morning is all I ask. Wait for sunrise tomorrow.” She lets out a deep sigh at his words, body less rigid. “Fine.”

Tears prick her eyes as she grabs the small box, opening it as tears fall down her cheeks.

There in a small frame, is a photo of a young boy, an older man who’s beard had yet to turn grey, and a frail, small woman, with a warm smile that made her eyes shine. And in the middle of them, was her.

Her parents had met as teens, falling in love at first sight and spent many years together before they bared a son, her older brother, Jeremiah.

They had her some 3 years later, a perfect family that were filled with warm hugs, kisses to their foreheads everyday, words of love every chance they could say it.

They didn’t have much, only living in a one bedroom apartment their entire lives, their parents sharing a small twin bed in what was the storage room, while her and her brother shared another in the small living room, a small kitchen, bathroom, and fireplace. It was enough though, they never were sad, or had any reason to be anything but happy.

She doesn’t have many memories of her mum, heart breaking every time she thinks of why.

Her mum worked down stares at a small diner, being the sole breadwinner due to her father being almost completely crippled due to a disease he had as a child.

It was winter, and the diner was full almost every night, her mum working long nights cooking, trying to bring in money to feed her family.

It all happened in a blur, only bits of her memory still remain from the next month. One of the worst of her life.

She was only 5 when her mum started growing ill, a nasty cough that she always shielded from her kids and husband. None of them thought it was bad, until one day she started coughing up blood, the fear in both her parents eyes as they realized what that meant, neither one of the kids knowing what had become of their beloved mummy.

She spent the next month away from all of them, locking herself in her bedroom. The young girl and boy not knowing the reason, not until later on when their father told them. She didn’t want to tell them because she knew, she wouldn’t make it.

And on one cold, December day, the coughing stopped.

The kids were overjoyed, thinking that their precious mummy was back to health and would hug her kids closely, kissing them on the forehead as she told them another fairytale.

What they didn’t know, was their mummy wasn’t all better, but rather, she couldn’t fight anymore, and let the hands of God take her soul to watch over them.

The wailes from their father as he finds his deceased wife will haunt her forever, the sound of his heart breaking as they ran in, to see their pale, sickly looking mother whose hair was matted, with blood soaking her night dress and face, tears streaming from their fathers eyes, as their small hearts broke too.

The next year again, a daily blue in her mind, as the months dragged on, until they were thrown out, none of them making enough money to stay in the place they once called home.

The next 6 months, she rememberes vividly. How cold the outside was, how people looked down at the frail children as their father did anything he could to to bring food to them every few days.

Her father never stopped loving them though, the harshness he had been dealt never chilled his heart. He still held them each night, hugging them every time he would come back, kisses to their foreheads with words of love each time he spoke to them.

It was cold, colder than any other night prior, as the three huddled around a small fire, arms clutched together as they try staying warm in the small alleyway they called home.

She remembered waking up that morning, eyes crusted over from her lashes being frozen from tears, her body feeling the coldest it had ever felt.

She tried wiggling to move, but was unable to as she saw her brothers and fathers arms enclosed around her, a small cocoon around her.

“Daddy, Jerey?” She asked, small voice hushed due to her tiredness.

She wished she hadn’t looked up, wished she didn’t see their blue, frozen faces looking down at her. A scream ripping from her throat as she looked into the closed eyes of the only family she had left, a painful reminder that, nobody is forever, that eventually, everything and everyone will die, and there’s nothing to do but to love them, as they are still alive.

She maybe got an hour of sleep, waking up every hour, looking outside and only seeing the dark sky, before rolling back over, trying to fall back asleep.

She finally decided to give up on going back to sleep, having been tossing and turning for a while.

She quickly got on her gear, reading herself and taking a tad longer than normal as to buy time before the sun could rise.

It was as if time stopped, her breath being caught in her throat as she looked out. In the mist of a heavy curtain of snow and darkness, she saw it.

Never had she ran so fast down the long stairwell, nearly jumping through them as she ran for the front doors, her heart hammering in her chest as tears clouded her vision.

As soon as she saw them, she sprinted even faster, tears nearly breaking over her eyes as she saw the shocked looks on their faces.

“MA!” Armin screamed, all 3 of them running into her warm arms. Tears finally breaking as she sobs, clutching all 3 of them as tightly as she could.

“Oh my gosh you’re okay” she sobbed, shaking in their arms as sobs wracked her body. She can’t remember the last time she held them all so close, the feeling of her heart soaring in her chest at the knowledge that they’re back and okay.

She hugged everyone close as they came in, tears soaking her face each time she pulled them in.

There was one person that she was hoping would come next, but as the numbers grew smaller, worry struck her. Was he okay? Where is he? She wondered, her heart throbbing in her chest at the mere thought that he wasn’t there.

A breath she didn’t know she was holding let out when she finally saw him. He was trailed behind everyone, tears collecting in her eyes again as she ran over to him.

She clutched him as close as she could, wrapping her arms around his Frigid body. He slightly shook in her arms, the feeling of warmth finally nearly making him collapse. “I was so scared something happened.” She whispered in his shoulder, tears falling down her cheeks. “You know I’ll always make sure we make it back, I’ll never do that to you Y/N”

Never had they seen her run so fast before, having a hard time keeping up with her small body as she ran from different rooms, collecting blankets as they all huddled around the fireplace. She resembled a chicken with its head cut off, nearly making some laugh out.

They all sat around the fire, blankets wrapped with only their heads peeking out from them. She had ran and made an emergency soup for all of them, astonishing most with how quickly she prepared it. And how much it warmed them up.

“Alright, what happened? You guys were supposed to be back days ago?” She asked, eyes searching around all of them.

Jean let out a sigh, setting his now empty dish down.

“We managed to grab a lot that day, more than we thought we would find. So it took us a while. Well, we didn’t plan for a blizzard to hit us in the middle of the day. So, we all managed to find a house that wasn’t completely torn to shreds and decided to camp out for the night. We thought we’d be back by the next day. When we got up the next morning, we saw that, all the horses froze to death, even with all the blankets we had they were all dead. We were so far out, and with the blizzard only getting worse, we had to leave almost everything we found, and walk back.”

Tears pricked her eyes as she listened, thanking the Lord that they all made it back okay. Well, almost all. Her eyes couldn’t help but look over to Levi, seeing him closest to the fire, shaking as his nose ran.

As she walked back to her room, her head whipped to the side when she heard it. A deep, painfully loud cough was heard in his office. She knew he wasn’t well, seeing the look in his eyes and how weak he looked. He hardly even ate the soup she made, nearly dropping the spoon multiple times.

She didn’t even bother to knock, knowing that he either wouldn’t hear it, or be able to respond due to the coughing fit he was having.

“Hey hey hey, get it all out.” She soothed, instantly going behind him and rubbing his back. Grabbing a tissue, placing it over his mouth as she felt him spit up the large mucus bubble from his throat.

He let out a pained groan, eyes watering as she wiped his face from all the mucus. He was hunched in his chair, papers moved to the side as to not get anything on them. His entire body felt scorching hot, nearly making her heat up herself. “Come on, let’s get you out of these clothes and into bed.” He tried protesting, but she hardly listened as she grabbed him, slowly moving him to his adjoined room.

“I’ve got, paperwork I need to get done Y/N” he groaned, but still kept on walking with her. “And they can wait, right now you need to get under some covers and rest.”

He didn’t protest again, finally giving up when she brought him in his room.

She sat him on his bed, quickly running to shut the door so no heat could escape.

She started with his boots, stripping them from his body as she slowly worked up, having to catch him a few times when his head hung too low.

She managed to strip everything but his undergarments off, a flush to her cheeks as she looked at his chiseled, fair body.

She managed to rip her mind from the feel of his soft skin when he let out a pained groan, his head in his hands as he rubbed his temples.

She delayed him down on his bed, pulling the covers away from his still scorching body. A pleasant groan leaving his lips when his body met his bed, body finally somewhat relaxing in days. A small smile on his lips.

That smile quickly morphing into a grimace when he touched his face, feeling the sweat dampening his entire body. “I feel fucking disgusting.” He groaned, voice sounding pained and muffled due to his stuffed nose. “It’s just sweat hun, you’re running a fever and it’s finally breaking.” She said, voice calming him slightly. “Doesn’t help that I still feel wet and sticky.” He said, eyes shut as to not let any of it get in his sore eyes.

She quickly left the room, running down the hall to the washroom.

She quickly came back in, his heart fluttering in his chest when he saw her and what she brought.

Clutched in her hands were a medium sized basin, a bar of soap and a washcloth. She sat it down on his table by his bed, grabbing a chair to sit in.

“I’m just gonna wash you up a bit okay, just to get all the sweat off.” She says, dampening the cloth and soap. “You don’t have to do this.” He whispered, but again, he never stopped her as she brought the cloth to him. “I know, but I want to.” She replied, a smile on her face.

A pleasant groan left his lips when she started washing his clammy stomach, feeling himself relax even further at the feel of the cloth cleaning his skin. The feel of her hands running over his skin so gently made his heart thud wildly in his chest, eyes shutting as he focused on her soft touch.

She slowly washed all of his stomach, legs, arms, now traveling up his chest and on his neck. A faint flush dusted her cheeks as she looked at his calm face, his eyes shut.

She re dampened the cloth, making sure there’s a new layer of sudds as she slowly washed over his face. A groan leaving his shut lips as she slowly washed his cheeks. A small chuckle leaving her lips. “You enjoying yourself there?” She teased, making him let out a small chuckle. “If trucking through Jack frost's backyard got me to be washed down like this, I’d do it every weekend.” He said, causing both of them to let out laughs.

Her laugh quickly stopped as her heart pained in her chest, as his body hunched over the side of the bed, hand over his chest as he coughed painfully.

Her hand rubbed at his back again, hair holding his hair from his eyes as he struggled to stop.

Her heart throbbing in her chest when she heard him struggling to breathe, now weezing out as he tried regaining air into his lungs.

“Hey hey hey sit up come on.”she quickly grabbed a hold of his chin, gently pulling him up. He finally regained air as he huffed, face flushed as tears left his eyes from the violent coughing.

Tears collected in her eyes when she looked at him, her heart burning in her chest as she watched him have a hard time breathing. “You really should go to medic hun.” She pleaded, his eyes looking into her glossy ones. “It’s pointless Y/N, they won’t be able to do anything to help me.” His voice was shaky, sounding exhausted as he shut his eyes. “Yes but they can watch over you, make sure you’re breathing alright. I’m worried if you fall asleep, you’ll-“ “It’s not what you think it is. It’s probably just a cold from being in the blizzard. I get sick really easily, my immune system is absolutely shot from how I grew up. It’s nothing what you’re thinking.” Tears now falling down her cheeks, making his chest throb in pain. “I know it’s not, but I’m still afraid of when you fall asleep.” She said, voice strained from crying. He let out a sigh, looking into her eyes as he wiped her cheeks. “Then stay.” “What?” She asked, head slightly tilted at his words. “If you're so worried about me, why not just stay. I could use the extra heat, if that’s okay with you?” He asks, eyes looking away from hers. His heart beating rapidly in his chest. A small smile grows on her lips. “Alright.”

He moved closer to the wall, letting her body get under the covers with him. He had given her one of his shirts to wear, head turned away from her as to give her privacy as she changed.

Both their hearts hammered in their chests, as she brought his head to rest against her clothed breasts. A sigh leaving his lips as he wraps his arms around her torso.

Her arms wrapped around his body, one drawing soft lines over his back, as the other cards through his greasy hair.

“Thank you.” He mumbles, eyes shut as he nearly falls under. A soft smile on her face as she looks down at him. “You’re welcome, I’ll always be here to take care of you kitty.” And with that, he finally lets himself fall under sleep, breaths evening out. She kisses the top of his head, eyes finally shutting herself.

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tundrainafrica · 3 years

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Title: A Tale of Two Slaves (6/17)

Summary: “Soulmates don’t exist. Fate doesn’t exist. Everything is a choice.” At that moment, Levi could only watch as she made the choice for him.“

Reincarnation AU. Levi remembers everything from their past life. Hange doesn’t.

Note: As always, feedback is very much appreciated.

Other Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

Link to cross-postings: AO3

Every morning even before he opens his eyes completely, Levi would reach for his phone on the side table.

His first connection to reality was always the time written out on the lock screen of the phone and the blue light on his screen as he checked all his notifications. He never remembered when exactly he had gotten into the habit of doing just that. Regardless, the clean interface and the clusters of notifications on real life topics and class announcements were effective ways to forget whatever dreams he may have had the night before and focus on real life obligations and responsibilities.

That morning was a little different. As he motioned his right hand that familiar distance from bed to side table, he found a barricade in the form of a metal bar and as he maneuvered his hand beyond it, all he felt was air and a wall. Levi opened his eyes to his left to see the sky just outside, a familiar mix of purple and pink.

That was at least enough for him to conclude that it was probably around six in the morning. With no quick fixes of gratification, Levi found himself taking stock of whatever was at hand. He allowed himself a long look at the sky, long enough for the blue to start peeking through and the light be enough for the room to illuminate enough for Levi to be able to make sense of his surroundings without the help of artificial light.

Levi slowly sat up. It was the white covers and the white ceilings that clued him to it first. The IV attached to his arm came second. Then Levi was suddenly aware of the weight on his left knee, the dull pain and the bindings.

He sighed and threw himself back down on the bed, wincing as the immobilized leg protested that rough movement. His mind was racing. Memories were starting flooding back to him much faster than he could connect the dots to what was in front of him at that moment. The white ceiling kept all the stimuli at a more manageable level at least.

If everything had gone according to Levi’s expectations, that Saturday morning, Levi should have been on the train to meet Hange. His anticipation at meeting Hange had him planning every intricate detail. As he looked up at the clear slate above him, he imagined the quick jog to the station that should have been reality if he hadn't been so careless the night before.

Everything after crashing on to the ground was a blur. It was as if the searing pain then the numbness on his left knee had interfered with his ability to process the world around him.

He remembered Hange talking to him, but not what she was saying. Soon after, there was a stretcher then sirens.

His grasp of the world around him only got worse as he arrived in the hospital and they hooked him up to an IV. The rest of it was blank save for a few loud voices, the moving of the gurney from one room to another. his coach's voice, Erwin's voice and Hange's voice.

As Levi contemplated his situation that morning, he couldn't help but ruefully note as well that at his current state, he probably wouldn't be able to even manage the lighter tests Hange had wanted him to do that day.

I’ll only find out more if I get out of here.

Levi pulled the blanket off. How bad was it? Over his knee was a piece of thick cloth or possibly layers of it, held together with velcro on top. As Levi swung his legs to the side of the bed. He could not help but note how unnaturally heavy his casted leg was.

The prospect of placing his bad leg on the floor and the uncertainty of what kind of injury he had Levi scrambling for support and he found himself, hopping awkwardly on his good leg while leaning on the hospital walls as he made his way to the door of the room.

He never really found out how long it took him to make the few meter journey to the door of his hospital room. The frustration at the unfamiliarity of his situation only had him disregarding time. To him, it felt like ages. He had stopped a few times and leaned on the wall, his head spinning from exhaustion, fear or maybe even the medicine they had been pumping him with since last night. On the way to the entrance, he did not notice the door that had silently opened and only realized someone had entered the room when they were right beside him already.

“You shouldn’t be standing...” It was one of the voices from last night. Fortunately, it was the one he felt most comfortable hearing.

Hange should know everything. “What happened last night?” Levi spared not time asking that question.

“Let’s get you back in bed first.” Hange seemed like she was in no hurry to tell him. Her movements were slow as she wrapped his arm around her shoulders and guided him to a position where he was barely putting any weight on the floor beneath him.

As soon as Hange had made sure he was settled on the bed, her pace suddenly quickened as she turned on the lights of the room, pulled out his phone from the drawer, placed it on his side table, pulled a chair to his bedside and sat on it. “I can’t stay for long actually. I have to go to campus, do some work in the lab. If you need anything important… You’re covered at least by the insurance plans....”

If you need anything important from your dorm, you better tell me now… That was the last sentence Levi had made sense of. Hange turned on the lights and the gravity of Levi’s injuries became clearer. The bruises and the abrasions on his knees and hands were raw and fresh. Some of the worse ones had been bandaged up. He had gotten those same injuries before but having been an athlete for a long time, those were easily brushed away and he had mistaken the aches for stronger and more painful manifestations of exhaustion. He could not tell from then but his back had that same familiar ache, maybe even a little stronger.

“Levi, listen.” Hange put her hand on his, catching his attention. I know you’re probably angry with me… And you probably don’t want to see my face anymore. Just allow me to help you get settled at least and I’ll get off your back and you’ll never have to see me again.”

“Never see you again?” Somehow those words hit harder and rang more painfully in his ears than the rest of his injuries. That was when Levi noticed the small signs: Hange’s back was a little straighter, she kept herself a little more distant and even the way she placed her hand on his was more hesitant. In fact, it was back on her lap as soon as he had processed that action on her end.

It was as if they were back to where they started.

“I’ve gotten these types of injuries before. I’ll just ice them, forget about them and go back to training,” Levi assured. In the end though, it was more for himself than for her. Levi looked to Hange and although he had hoped for a smile and a nod in agreement, he wasn’t surprised when she looked towards his legs, keeping a sullen face.

Hange shook her head. “ I saw what happened. You hit your knee on the bar pretty hard then you fell at an awkward angle.” For a moment, Hange looked dumbfounded as if she was replaying it all again in her head. “I don’t know how bad it is yet but they had to temporarily set it last night. You were in a lot of pain…”

“Then they’ll prescribe pain killers.” He was probably on some pain relievers already.

“You don’t get it do you? This competition season is out of the question. Hell, your whole career is probably out of the question.” Hange looked away. “And it’s my fault.”

He should have been angrier at Hange.

The way she had explained it, from when he had fallen on the hurdles, her shitty stitching skills which could have delayed the healing process, all the way to encouraging him to change his form, his injury could have been traced back to her. It was still a long shot though. In the end it had been Levi’s decision and he was completely aware of that.

Would he have tried that hard? Would he have taken all those risks if he hadn’t met her? He was sure that it was at least possible to twist logic and delude himself into thinking it was her fault. The Levi of a month ago would have done just that. At that moment, when he put two and two together though, surprisingly, he felt no anger. In fact he felt nothing.

It could have been from shock or confusion. It was as if for a second Levi had forgotten how to feel. Hange left the room as silently as she had entered with a quick reminder to just send it through chat.

Levi wrote it out as coldly and professionally as it was requested and sent it before locking his phone and placing it back on the side table.

For the first time in how many years, he did not even have the energy to look through his phone.

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The emptiness he felt festered to something else with each and every test they put him through that morning.

Every nurse and every intern who wheeled him from room to room and did the tests always had something to ask. They asked about training, records and tournaments.

How he had learned to jump so high. How he had polished his form so well. How he maintained consistency with every attempt.

Suddenly they were theorizing the injury.

You probably hit your leg hard on the bar while it was extended... Landing awkwardly from that height is more than enough to dislocate your knee.

Their tones were kind as if to make light of the situation he was currently in. They had done the complete opposite though and with every test and every conversation, Levi was forced to face his emotions head on, the future that awaited him.

And Hange. What was Hange planning?

He had sprained his ankle before but that was the first time he had experienced such comprehensive testing for one limb. They had explained the tests as they went about it: mobility tests, nerve tests, vascular tests all for his left knee.

As they rambled on and on about him, Levi found himself thinking of the only tests that had mattered to him, the ones Hange would ramble about.

She wanted to test his vertical jump, his horizontal jump, the power in his legs, the strength. He was miserably failing every test the therapists were throwing at him. Putting minimal weight was enough for Levi to realize that his knee was fucked. Just a small movement was enough for his left knee to buckle under him. Levi wondered how less than 24 hours ago, he had managed to use that leg to jump two feet in the air.

By the time Levi had arrived back in the room, his lunch was waiting for him on the table by his bed. He pushed it aside, instead going for his phone.

Multiple Ligament Injuries. That was what one of the nurses had casually mentioned.

Levi found himself digging up all the way until scientific journals. He had wanted to see the words cure, recovery and heal but all he found were outlooks and prognoses.

9-12 months of no physical activity. Pain and stiffness his whole life. There was no direct cure. There were no straightforward answers, only arguments and well thought-out opinions on treatment plans.

The details were in and out of his brain within seconds after he read them. If they differed for every case, there really was no point in memorizing or even trying to set his expectations. He had spent the whole morning in chairs and in bed but somehow, Levi was exhausted. He opened his phone to the different chat groups. Others had asked about him.

He only composed two messages that day as replies to the tens or even hundreds of notifications. One to his parents and one to his coach.

Don’t visit...Was he ashamed? Was he exhausted? Terrified? Confused? Levi could not pinpoint the exact feeling but somehow his body felt heavy and the only thing he wanted to do was roll over and sleep.

He had managed not to cry but for a few minutes he was blinking back tears.

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ACL, MCL, LCL. A string of letters recognized from the internet.

The doctor had given the meanings of those acronyms as he explained them. Levi was quick to forget them though, there were more important things than that. Like who was explaining it to him and what exactly the injury meant for him. Or for Hange.

The doctor that had taken over his case was Erwin. The last time Levi had seen him, he had been in a civilian wear. The blonde wore a white coat over his polo and dress pants as he stood next to Levi’s bed side, looking more powerful and more authoritative than he did back in the laboratory.

As he talked, Levi felt no need to listen. Erwin after all was only confirming the fears and the doubts that were running through Levi’s brains.

This season is out of the question. Reconsider whatever plans you may have as an athlete.

What about Hange’s research? Levi had wanted to ask. It just did not seem right then, as Erwin continued to explain the prognosis.

“I’ll be honest with you,” Erwin said as if he hadn’t been honest with Levi the past few minutes. “There’s no right way to go about this. Knee injuries are pretty complex and the treatment I’m suggesting now is just my own opinion. It’s probably even a gamble.”

All medical advice is just someone’s professional and educated opinion. Levi was quick to figure that out when he had read the abstracts of articles, discussion evaluations, prognoses and never exact cures for his own injury.

It was at that moment that Erwin mentioned the gamble that Hange had entered the hospital room with Levi’s overnight bag slung over her shoulder. She was looking down and from his angle, her face was unreadable.

Erwin had mentioned surgery and strict physical therapy afterwards. With Levi graduating that year, it meant he was out of the running for collegiate championships anyway.

But if it works out, maybe, just maybe he could go back to jumping. And somehow, Levi realized just the movements he had gotten used to and the sensations they had allowed him to experience, actually made him consider the gamble worth taking even if it was a longshot. Only a small percentage of the population actually regained full control of their knee after a devastating injury like that.

“Shouldn’t he wait a few months before getting the surgery?” Hange suggested. “I’ve read some articles about it before…”

“There’s some damage in his nerves and in his vascular system which needs to be addressed soon if he wants to gain control of his knee. If we divide this into multiple stages, Levi will be back to square one after every surgery. It will only delay the healing process.”

Hange kept quiet. For a moment, everyone in the room was silent.

Erwin spoke up. “Hange’s not wrong. There are more conservative ways to go about treatment. In the end, it’s up to you whether you want to listen to me or request a second opinion. I’ll wait for your answer in the morning.” He turned to Hange. “And Hange, we’re going to have to talk about your plans for your thesis. First thing Monday morning in the lab.”

“What’s your plan?” Levi asked. Since Erwin left the room, Hange had been standing too awkwardly in the middle of the room, looking uncomfortable at the turn of events. How much had she heard?

“What’s your plan? Erwin always has a good reason for everything but… I’ve seen articles about rushing into this surgery and I’m just unsure about it,” Hange said. “To be honest, no matter what happens, these types of injuries don’t leave people and if you’re going to live with it for the rest of your life, might as well not risk something so unnecessary?”

“Hange, answer me first what’s your plan?” Levi had stopped listening at “but.” He was already dead set on getting the surgery anyway. Somehow he knew, Erwin’s gambles were never baseless.

I’ll get off your back and you’ll never have to see me again. Those words only echoed again in his head as he focused on the panicked look Hange was giving him at that moment.

“My plan on what?” Hange asked.

You’ll never have to see me again. Levi had realized even before they had met that afternoon that her thesis was the only thing that had kept them talking and contacting each other. With that gone, what next?

Levi found himself scrambling for excuses, for a reason to see her. “Your thesis.” You heard Erwin, I’m gone for the next nine months or probably even the next few years. Are you going back to Elijah? Are you gonna find some other athlete to study?” It was unintentional but Levi heard the venom in his own voice.

Hange gave Levi a wry smile. “I haven’t decided yet. But I’m planning on talking to my parents and ----”

“I’m not asking what your parents plans are. I’m asking about your plans.” Levi interrupted.

“They’re paying for my tuition, for my home. I at least wanna get their approval for something as heavy as what will be my graduation. Besides, It’s not just about my parents, I have to consider Erwin…”

Levi slammed his fists on the bed in frustration. The Hange in front of him was avoiding his gaze, as if looking to find an answer elsewhere, maybe on the white walls or the tiled floors. That was not the Hange he knew. Hange knew how to make decisions on a fly, hell, Hange was a squad leader. She was the commander of an army. Suddenly for the first time, it felt like he was talking to a completely different person. Levi felt duped.

“Your plans Hange,” Levi emphasized. “What kind of crapsack household did you grow up in that you can’t make decisions for yourself. Your research is your decision. Relying on someone else to make decisions? That's not the Hange I know.”

Hange shook her head looking dumbfounded. “Why are you talking about me like you’ve met me before? What do you know about me? Or my home? We’ve only been talking for a month.” Hange paused for a while, avoiding his gaze. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not angry. I’m just curious. I mean, as far as I remember we only started talking a few weeks ago back in the track. I’m flattered really because I’ve been following you for a long while but, why are you so invested in my plans?”

Why are you so invested in her? Levi looked away as he felt the blood rushing into his face. “It’s just that… I guess...This is just not the Hange I expected you to be.” He managed to say.

In the end, a voice still lingered inside him, a voice saying that there was some truth to his silent expectations for the type of person Hange should have been.

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A few days later, on a Tuesday morning, Levi did have the surgery.

On the days leading up to it, he was alone. Hange had told him then, that she would be spending Sunday with her family, Monday in the lab.

There was a nagging feeling inside him that Hange was avoiding him. It could have been paranoia. There wasn’t much to think about after all. His unchanging view the next few days leading up to the surgery were the white ceilings and the white walls of his room, decorated with a few visits from a nurse and the hospital meals which at least had some variety in appearance but little variety in taste.

He had finished most of his schoolwork by Monday afternoon and even finished the readings for the three classes he was taking that semester. Soon, there was nothing much to do but look through his phone.

By Monday night, he was told by the nurse that he wouldn’t be served any dinner in preparation for the surgery.

By Tuesday afternoon, Levi was making sense again of the white walls and the white ceilings, the sky through the window that was all too bright, and the smell of flowers.

The smell of flowers.

“You know Levi, I was thinking of something…”

Levi looked towards his bedside to see Hange sitting there and behind her, flowers sitting on a vase, a simple arrangement.

“We’re taught that humans are at the top of the ecological hierarchy and at the top of the food chain. We’re apparently the greatest creations. But, we’re so easy to maim or injure for life” Hange said, as if she hadn’t been avoiding him the past few days. “Flowers can grow from stem cuttings. They can patch themselves up even after we pull out the flowers or some of the leaves. But you sprain your ankle once and it’s never the same ankle again.”

“Why are you here?” Levi asked, as soon as he finally had control of his voice. He didn’t want to play along.

“For a visit.” Hange said matter of factly.

“You said I wouldn’t have to see you again.” Levi challenged. Hange trying to lighten the mood with random conversation had left a bad taste in his mouth. He regretted his words though soon after he saw the slight wince she made.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I’ve been thinking about my thesis. And I talked to my parents about it…”

“I told you before, I want your decision, not theirs.”

“Yes, if you had let me finish last Sunday instead of being angry, I would have told you. I’m making the final call. I just want to consult,” Hange said, looking exasperated. “ I have funding, tuition, time and logistics to consider and I’m back to square one. I don’t live on an island, Levi. Just because you can live in one, doesn’t mean everyone can.”

She was right. Somehow, the way she had said it, the way she had explained herself was convincing enough for Levi to realize that the Hange he knew was still inside her. Levi felt his stomach drop in embarrassment at his immature outburst rooted in the frustration he had felt. He wanted to look away from Hange as she narrowed her eyes at him, looking at him expectedly.

What’s your plan? Levi had hidden how he felt behind a veil of a casual conversation, behind a fundamentally neutral question. At that point, he had given up. For three days, just bringing up such a vague question was not giving him the answers he wanted.

"Then what’s going to happen to us?” Levi asked. “I mean, we won’t have much reason to see each other after this.”

“I don’t know yet. I’ve been wanting to do this type of thesis for a while so it’s gonna be hard to change.” Hange admitted.

That confirmation was all he needed. Am I being selfish? Levi had to make the conscious effort to stop himself. In a perfect world, he would have wanted her to adjust, to find a way to work with his current limitations. He had held on to a hope that somehow she would suggest something to keep them talking, keep them seeing each other.

Suddenly, the rest of the things he would have wanted to open up about were all taboo.

If Hange were to change her topic for him, if she were to do anything just because he suggested it, he was sure he wouldn’t be satisfied with it. . At the same time, just imagining that phantom athlete doing the jumps for her, recalling how Hange had been left speechless watching Elijah’s jump, how she had stood up and clapped her hands slowly then quickly had Levi’s heart racing and his head spinning. His human inhibitions, as weak as they were at that moment, were the only thing stopping himself from begging her to stay, hell, from demanding that she considers him when making her decision.

Levi turned his eyes towards the white ceiling above him, a futile effort to clear his mind. As his inhibitions and desires waged a war in his head, he couldn’t even grasp for a reply, an emotion to articulate.

Hange took the initiative. “Levi, I want to ask you something…” She started. “Do you still want to see my face? After everything that happened?”

Levi gave a small nod, the only movement he could manage without letting out a wave of emotion.

“Then I’ll consider that when I make my decision.” At least she noticed it.

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It was Erwin who had informed him of Hange’s decision.

Since Hange had visited that Tuesday, she never did come back. Levi had convinced himself at least to accept that that Tuesday afternoon would be the last time he saw her.

Wednesday afternoon, Erwin visited, informing Levi that he would be released from the hospital that Friday. Levi found himself almost ecstatic at the news. The white room was depressing. He never did get comfortable or familiar with the hard mattress beneath him and the barriers of the hospital bed.

“Also, Hange sends her apologies. She’s been busy working on a new proposal this week,” Erwin added.

“A new proposal?”

“A thesis proposal,” Erwin clarified. “She had to do everything from scratch, so she’s been spending a lot of time in the library.”

“She changed her topic?” It was a question of confirmation for himself. Levi noted then that most students could only access online journals for free using campus wifi. An oddly comforting fact which at least justified their lack of interaction the past two days and consequently, quelled his doubts..

Erwin nodded. “She told me a few days ago.”

“Why?” Levi felt guilty for the wave of relief that washed through him.

“Why what?”

“Why did she change it?” For a second he was happy. As quickly as it came, that bout of joy morphed into guilt.

“I'm her thesis mentor, not the one who makes the final decision.”

By Friday, Levi was at least independent enough to do the packing he had been raring to do himself since that weekend.

To be able to maneuver quickly and efficiently on crutches though, Levi had spent a good chunk of Thursday learning how to maneuver his way around with the crutches he was prescribed. By that day at least, as he cleaned out the dresser and packed his stuff, he had enough skill to balance on one crutch while emptying the dresser or dragging one of the chairs to his bedside without putting any weight on his bum knee.

Late Friday afternoon, Hange was the one who picked him up. It was no surprise, she offered to take him back to campus only that morning.

They exchanged pleasantries and after that, Hange did all the talking. Somehow she understood that after having spent a good morning cleaning out the room, Levi was exhausted. He probably could have fallen asleep on the taxi ride on the way back to the dorm if Hange hadn’t been so loud and the taxi hadn’t been so cramped.

“You sure you don’t need someone to take you up?” Hange had taken his bag from the backseat and slung it over her shoulder as they arrived at the entrance of their dormitory.

“It’s fine.” Levi knew she meant well but her initiative to take the bag before he could even attempt to carry it was insulting.

Despite her insistence, Levi forcefully took the bag with his right hand, keeping his left knee heavily planted on the ground. He swayed a bit as he balanced his weight with his overnight bag slung on one shoulder.

“Just tell me when you give up.”

Levi looked away as he said that. He didn’t know what face she was making as she said that but he opted not to look to save himself whatever exasperation or stress it would have caused him. Instead, he focused on trying --yet failing -- to gain as much distance as he could as he hobbled into the dormitory building.

He was disappointed to see that Hange did not follow.

I can always thank her later. Another excuse to text her at least. He had other things he wanted to ask her like what had made her decide to change her thesis. More importantly, what did that mean for him?

At that point in time though, he had more important things to think about like the fact that his room was on the second floor.

It was late afternoon on a Friday meaning most students were out, while others were cooped up in their rooms already and the hallways were empty. He probably wouldn’t have asked for help anyway. In fact, he was relieved to see nobody had seen him stare at the stairs for a good few minutes.

Although he had spent most of yesterday learning to move with crutches, nothing had prepared him for stairs.

He hobbled back towards the lobby where there were at least a few places to sit. If he were going to be thinking of a next plan of action which would be less embarrassing than asking for help, he concluded it would be better if he didn’t expend energy balancing on crutches.

As it turned out, Hange hadn’t left. Levi found her leaning by the entrance of the dorm with a knowing smile on her face. An annoying and mocking smile. An “I told you so,” in the form of a subtle gesture.

Levi was annoyed for a split second, a little peeved. The initial feelings were quickly washed away though by the wave of relief that followed.

He was just glad to see her there.

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Straight Through Me

An EXO Fanfiction

pairing: jongin x baekhyun word count: 7 748 warnings: Major Character Death: Suicide

summary: On their one-year anniversary, Jongin goes through a scrapbook Baekhyun has left him.

parts: this || alternate ending

A thin black leather-bound book sits on the coffee table. Jongin walks over and picks it up, the leather feeling cool in his hand as he falls backwards into his grey couch, too-soft cushions swallowing him up. “To one year” is printed in Baekhyun's neat handwriting against the gold title plate on the inside cover. A nose at his knee keeps him from turning to the first page.

Jongin reaches out and scratches at Kongju's ears. “You want to sit with me, girl?”

She whines and bumps her nose into his hand, earning another scratch and a little laugh.

“Come on, girl. Up!” He pats the seat as he gives the command. Kongju barely has to stretch as she heaves her body onto the couch.

As she curls into his side, nose resting on his lap, he turns the page. The picture on the page snags his eyes first, but he passes over it quickly; he'll look at it later. It's the silvered handwriting that takes his attention now, and his fingers trace over the raised ink as he starts to read, quickly falling to scratch at Kongju. Baekhyun's printing has always been so neat, and this is no different. It was hot, it begins.

It was hot; the sun was yellow, and they really should have been wearing sunglasses. But they were stupid college boys and it wasn't like they'd planned to play football. At least, most of them hadn't planned to play today. Minseok and Luhan seemed a little too prepared for the pick-up game, already having teams chosen and summoning a ball from thin air, but those two were always ready to play, so there really was no telling.

It was a good game, the first five minutes. Then, Baekhyun tripped over a spectacular pass. He fell heavily, clutching his ankle, whimpering at the pain. Play ground to a confused halt as the ball just disappeared. Junmyeon ran over, sweaty and exhausted despite having done absolutely nothing useful on the field. He knelt down, taking Baekhyun's ankle in hand, carefully turning it back and forth. Baekhyun whined at the treatment, slapping at the man's hands.

“That hurts!”

Setting the foot down, Junmyeon rocked back onto his heels. “I can't help if you won't let me look at it.”

“Do you even know what you're looking at?” Baekhyun scowled, wincing as his own fingers probed at his ankle. “Get Yixing to look at it.”

Yixing was pushed forward, face blank in confusion. It wasn't too hard to recognize the situation, though. A quick, gentle roll of the joint in his hands had him saying, “That's a bad sprain. You should sit off of that for a while, and ice it when you get the chance.”

“But Luhan's team's creaming us!”

“You're not going to make that much of a difference. Sit out,” Kyungsoo deadpanned.

Disgruntled, Baekhyun lets Yixing help him off to the side, plopping heavily into the grass. There was a rushed discussion behind the two and an unfamiliar face settled down next to him.

“I'm Jongin,” the stranger gave a slight bow, one arm resting on his knee, other settled in his lap.

“Jongin, get back on the field! Junmyeon will sit out!”

Jongin yelled out at the field, “Get back to playing!” Laughing, he turned back to Baekhyun. “Sorry. Luhan's not real happy about losing his best player.”

“You're his best player?”

“You know it. Here,” he pulled Baekhyun's injured leg up onto his own thigh, “you should keep this elevated. It'll help keep the swelling down.” With that, he turned back to the game, careful to touch the other as little as possible.

Baekhyun stared at him, then back at the game. “Looks like losing you didn't hurt them at all,” he muttered, crossing his arms and trying to ignore Jongin as much as possible, which was difficult with the positioning of his foot.

Baekhyun sighed. “Luhan's got the ball again. He's running, he's running, he's run – and Minseok steals! It won't last, Luhan's too good – and there's the steal and the ball's going back. It's driving, it's driving, it's driving and there's the kick! There's no way Kris is going to catch – ow. That it looks like it hurt!”

“Hey, announcer,” Jongin was smiling, and Baekhyun's stomach flopped at the sight. “Does it count as a goal if the goalie blocks it with his face?”

“No. No, it doesn't,” he scowled back.

“Then I guess you were wrong.” And that disarming smile was back as Jongin turned back to the field. “Is it my turn now?” Without waiting for confirmation, Jongin started up. “And that's been deemed no goal! The ball's back at play and Minseok's lining up for a penalty kick – apparently giving the goalie a bloody nose is a foul -”

“That's not how to do it.” Baekhyun pursed his lips as he complained, swatting at Jongin's arm.

“What, you think you can do better?” From the way Jongin's eyebrow raised, this was a direct challenge.

Baekhyun wasn't going to let that one slide. “Minseok's lining up the penalty. He's got a good shot at it, too. Chanyeol's squared up. Minseok kicks and it's – it's in! Minseok ties the game with his first point! And now the ball's back in play and there – they're off. The teams are getting smaller every minute, though, folks! It looks like Sehun's been thrown in as goalie for Team Minseok and Team Luhan's down to four as well.”

“If Team Minseok would stop getting hurt, this game might go a little better,” Jongin said in a nasally falsetto.

Baekhyun laughed and continued, pitching his voice up to match. “Don't listen to that! The game is going great! There's some great play on the field, there. Minseok passes to – Luhan. Luhan's intercepted and the ball is now going in the other direction. And Luhan's got it mostly down the field – field's absolutely empty – no, there's Tao coming up behind, looks like he wants the ball. Will Luhan pass it? It looks like he will!”

“No! It's a fake-out! Right at the net and it looks like Sehun's there. No goal! No goal!”

Baekhyun tried on another voice, a deep one that twanged over the words. “Looks like the tides are turning, folks. Tao's pitching a fit, so we'll be back in ten.”

“Do you have a name?” The question was sudden and direct.

Baekhyun jumped at the look Jongin was giving him. “What?”

“Do you have a name?” Jongin's smile was patient as he repeated the question.

“Yes. Baekhyun.” He was startled and a little nervous and Jongin's leg was really warm on his ankle, or maybe that was just the inflammation.

“What do you do when you're not hurt on the sidelines, Baekhyun?”

“Oh, I'm a business major. It's nothing interesting. Lots of numbers and people.” And it sounded just that boring when he said it aloud.

Jongin twisted a couple of blades of grass in his fingers. “You seem like you like people.”

“I don't….What do you do?”

“I keep hurt people company, of course.” Baekhyun wasn't sure if Jongin's smile intentionally got brighter, but it was almost blinding.

“That's not what I meant!”

Jongin laughed at his indignant face. “I know. I'm studying dance.”

“Really?” The excitement was clear in Baekhyun's voice. “Are you any good?”

Jongin's face fell. “I'm working really hard, but I'm not good. Not yet.”

“You'll get there.”

A scream from the field interrupted the conversation and the two turned back to the exciting game, commentating the actions on the field in increasingly ridiculous fashion.

Final score: 3-1 Minseok. Not that we noticed.

Jongin smiles at the memory. Baekhyun's words capture a different side of that day than he had ever seen before. He – Jongin – had just been being nice; it was only fair that if Minseok's team lost a good player, Luhan's should as well. And if they were both sitting out, why shouldn't they chat?

He scratches at Kongju's head as he looks at the accompanying photo. The intention of the photo had been to capture Team Minseok in their win (Minseok with his massive smile, hand on Chen's shoulder as Luhan pouted in the background), but a massive lens flare obscured most of the photo; the only thing distinguishable were the two figures sitting in the background. They'd been having such a good time talking over the game that they'd been loathe to get up afterward. Jongin remembers helping Baekhyun limp over to the crowd as they discussed where to go for dinner and marveling at the way the pale sun turned a soft gold as it caught in Baekhyun's hair.

Kongju lifts her head and whines as Jongin reaches out to turn the page. “It's okay, girl,” he said comfortingly, letting his hand back down to pet her head, “I'll pet you in just a minute.”

She whines again, throwing her head back against his stomach.

“It's okay, girl. Sit still.”

She settles back against him, dropping one of her great paws on her lap along with her head. He chuckles and turns the page, crossing his legs to get more comfortable. He groans at the picture. It's a snapshot of him and Baekhyun – who took it? - playing the pepero game. There was no way they had gotten that close! His eyes track across the page as he shakes his head, honing in on Baekhyun's neat silver penmanship, wondering just what Baekhyun had seen in this moment. The letters shake just a little on the first words, as if Baekhyun had been laughing too hard to hold the pen steady. Junmyeon spent the night passed out in his bed…

Junmyeon spent the night passed out in his bed. He'd had a few too many drinks; after the third time he fell into the couch trying to find the bathroom, Kris took pity on him and helped him to his room. Taking advantage of Junmyeon's absence, Yixing made a blunt appear and passed it around. Tao, temporarily lacking parental supervision, gave it a try. Between coughs, he unleashed a spectacular string of Chinese swears at Yixing, and fell back into the wall, looking for someone to protect him.

Between the booze and the weed, they really should have expected the suggestion of truth or dare – and the ensuing game.

It started off fairly calm and relatively decent. The truths slowly became more outrageous and the dares more frequent – give a dance, sing a song, chug a beer – until Luhan took the dare offered him by Chen: kiss Minseok. They weren't out and open with their relationship, but they were obvious enough that the others had suspicions, and maybe it was that fact, maybe it was the drugs, but there was no shame when Luhan kissed Minseok, heavy and open mouthed and way too long for the situation. Suffice it to say that there were no more dares for the two of them.

The highlight of the game was, however, when a very drunk Chanyeol made Jongin a dare that he could barely say without choking on his laughter, which really should have been a red flag. “Play the pepero game with Baekhyun.”

Jongin wasn't repulsed by the idea, and Baekhyun thought it would be all good fun – or maybe that was the alcohol talking – and suddenly there was a stick of pepero between their mouths.

They were doing very well until Jongin could feel Baekhyun's breath on his face and something triggered in his brain and he panicked and broke off the game. Baekhyun was bright red and Jongin was sure that was just the alcohol, but he was just as red.

There was a triumphant roar and disappointed sighs as money changed hands.

I couldn't look him in the face for days.

Kongju pushes her way further into Jongin's arms, her wet nose rubbing in his face as she moves, tail thumping on the couch.

“Kongju, sit still!” One hand holds the book up, protecting the pages, and the other pushes against Kongju's chest as he snaps the order. She whines and licks his face a few times before obeying and lying heavily across his lap. The weight is comforting as he turns the page.

The black paper feels rougher against his fingers now, and there's a tickle in his throat at the picture centered on the left-hand page. The seven of them – Minseok, Luhan, Baekhyun, Jongin, Tao, Kris, and Yixing– they're all in too big sweatshirts, most of them wearing sand covered jeans, and the ocean breeze has swept their hair up and up and up – are all laughing, smiles bigger than their faces and Jongin can feel the chill from that day sunk deep into his bones, even now. As he moves his attention over to Baekhyun's writing, his thumb covers a pair of smiles – Luhan and Minseok, heads together, arms around each other, but they were always like that, off the field at least.

The black ink is dark against the white page. We were stupid…

“We were stupid to come out here,” Tao moaned. “It's too cold to swim and there's nothing to do but stand out on the beach.”

His pouting was largely ignored in favor of setting a blanket out on the sand and distributing sandwiches. It had been a long drive to make it to the beach, and they were all hungry. Tao's mood would clear up once he had a little bit of food in him. Somewhere within lunch, the conversation turned to the ocean, and what it pity it was they couldn't swim in it. To make up for it, the suggestion was made – losers of Rock, Paper, Scissors had to go swim. With disgusted groans Jongin and Baekhyun quickly lost. While they went down the water, the others sat and chatted.

Baekhyun only wandered in to the water to his waist, the cold water freezing all the way to his bones. Teeth chattering, arms rubbing on himself, he tried to stay in long enough for it to count as 'swimming'. Jongin, on the other hand, decided that if he was going to get in the water, he was going to get wet, and dove in head-first. To his determination, the cold water wasn't too much of a problem. Eventually he swam near Baekhyun, who was still freezing and chattering, wishing that they could just get out of the water soon. The cold water shocked Jongin's lungs as he dove under, intent giving Baekhyun a scare.

Instead of the shock of cold hands grabbing his ankles underwater, Baekhyun received the shock of Jongin going under the water and not coming up for what seemed like far too long. In a panicked reaction, Baekhyun splashed over to where Jongin had gone under, finally braving the cold water enough to throw his hands in, searching for the other boy. He managed to catch hold of Jongin and pull his head above water, where the boy coughed a little and managed to breathe again. With the concern in mind, Baekhyun helped Jongin to the land, where the two were greeted by towels and a seat and cocoa from a thermos. After the initial shock and panic had died down, a phone was procured and a selfie was taken of all of the boys. Minseok and Luhan were hanging on each other; Tao, arm stretched out to hold the camera, was sitting alone, but close to Kris, avoiding the dripping boys as much as possible; Yixing was barely in the frame, looking like his attention had been gotten for just that moment; Kris was smiling, but also just trying to avoid the boys in the center – Jongin and Baekhyun. The two were completely soaked, hair and clothes plastered to their bodies and towels wrapped around their shoulders; cups of cocoa were clenched in their hands, but all of the boys looked so very happy.

Only idiots would swim in water that cold.

Irritated by Kongju's whining, Jongin pushes her off of his lap. “Go out, girl.” She stares at him for a moment before plodding off to wait at the door. He pats her head as he grabs for her leash, and is surprised when she ducks away from him and steps backwards. “Do you need to pee? Then let's go out.” She whines at him, pushes at the door again, and, getting no further responses from Jongin, curls back up on the couch.

He sighs and sits back down next to her. “What was that about, girl?”

She huffs at him and slowly wags her tail.

He picks the book back up, turning to the next page. An old recipe rubs under his fingers and he starts to read the next memory. It was the first time…

It was the first time Baekhyun had come to Jongin's apartment. Jongin was in the kitchen, trying to make supper without accidentally feeding Kongju, who insisted on bumping into his hips every time he tried to move. He was nervous – he and Baekhyun had only known each other a few weeks, but they'd been getting on very well, and, upon finding out that the other would be left alone over the weekend while his friends were on a business trip, Jongin invited him over for the day. It was a fine idea until Jongin realized that the two would probably need food, and he couldn't cook much at all.

He was making what little he could when there was a knock at the door. Hastily leaving the stove and throwing a “stay” at Kongju, he ran over to the door and pulled it open.

“Welcome, come in, come in,” he said, backing up to let Baekhyun in, twisting a hand in his apron. “You can just leave your shoes here – there's nowhere specific they need to go – and I do have some spare slippers if you -” A sharp bark interrupted his nervous words and he cursed, having forgotten to turn the burner off.

As he ran back into the kitchen, the acrid smoke of a towel burning filling the air, Kongju came running out of the kitchen to investigate the visitor. Distracted, Jongin didn't have time to give her sharp “stop” before he heard the clack of her nails on the wood floor as she launched herself with a happy bark at Baekhyun.

Throwing a plate over the towel which, while technically not on fire, was still smoking, Jongin ran back to the main room.

“Kongju! Off!” He grabbed onto her collar and wrestled her great mass off of the visitor. “I'm so sorry. We're still working on appropriate behaviour around guests.”

Baekhyun sat up, rubbing his chest. “That is a big dog.”

“Yes, she is. Are you okay?” Jongin had one hand on Kongju's collar and the other hovering above Baekhyun, anxious to make sure that he was okay, but too awkward to touch him.

“I'm fine, I'm fine.” He groaned as he stood up. “How big is she?”

“She's only about 40 kilos, but when it all lands on you like that… I'm so sorry. Are you sure you're okay?”

“Yeah.” Baekhyun started to laugh. “I wasn't expecting that.”

Jongin was laughing too. Once the two had calmed a little, Jongin sent Kongju to her crate and asked Baekhyun through to the kitchen, where a couple of chairs and an end table made for a makeshift dining table. Apologizing for the setup, which Baekhyun assured him was fine, Jongin brought out the dinner he had prepared: hotdogs and crisps. There had been beans to accompany, but they had been lost to the fire.

The food was good, for being so slapdash and cheap, and Baekhyun thought that it was sweet Jongin would go to the lengths to cook when he so obviously didn't usually. Baekhyun commented on the size of the apartment, and it's cleanliness. When they finished eating, Jongin just dumped the plates in the sink and the two moved back into the main room to hang out.

And the whole place smelled just like Jongin.

Jongin turns the page, sparing a glance for Kongju, who has settled her head on her paws and is just staring at him. He's confused by the four-leaf clover that falls from between the pages, picking it up and letting it twirl between his fingers. Baekhyun's penmanship is shakier than previously here, but it is still perfectly legible. It started pouring…

It started pouring, on that summer day. The sky had gone from beautiful, light, clear blue, to a roiling grey in a matter of moments, catching the boys by surprise. They yelled as they ran for the nearest shelter, hands over their heads.

They sat in a corner of the bathroom facing the doorway; here they were far enough from the opening not to get wet, but close enough that it wasn't the grossest part of the bathroom. The rain was very loud on the tin roof – they were in a nature preserve or the like, and the bathrooms weren't terribly high-tech. Thunder started rolling fairly quickly and Baekhyun nervously played with a four-leaf clover he had picked, twisting the stem between the pads of his fingers and tugging gently at the leaves while Jongin tried to make small talk. Eventually the two both quieted and just sat to wait out the storm. Baekhyun was incapable of sitting still and quiet for very long, though, and started singing under his breath. When Jongin realized where the noise was coming from, he asked Baekhyun if he sang much. Baekhyun said he didn't, and was flattered when Jongin complimented his voice and asked him to sing some more.

The storm was long and loud, but their little space was peaceful and calm. Baekhyun asked Jongin if he would dance, since Baekhyun had been singing, but Jongin said there wasn't enough room and he wasn't good enough yet. As the storm died down, Jongin helped Baekhyun stand up and the two stood at the doorway, watching the way the grey parted for the warm yellow of the summer sun.

It was worth the hoarse voice for that little moment of calm.

It's starting to get a little unnerving, the way the Kongju is just sitting and staring at Jongin, and he spares her a little pat as he goes to turn the page. She whines at his hand on her head, tail completely still. He thinks that she's finally worn herself from her whining. He turns his attention back to the book, expecting a small photo or memento and a short memory, like the rest of the pages. Instead, he is greeted by two pages covered by small, glinting, silver handwriting. Squeezed onto the page, the memory begins. It was obsidian…

It was obsidian stone, cut precisely, all sharp edges and glimmering faces, weighing in his stomach, slicing open his lungs. Baekhyun curled onto his bed, disregarding the papers scattered there – grade cards covered in red, papers never completed, rent reminders and bills – and pulled his knees to his chin, wrapping his hands around his stomach tightly. The pressure wasn't as comforting as he had hoped, but it was better than nothing, and at least this way his innards wouldn't be able to spill out when the knives inside of him inevitably slit him open. Everything was black, was black, was black and weighted, pressing on his head and his eyes and his skin until he wanted to cry – to scream – to sob from the pain. He shuddered as his fingers scrabbled at his sides, trying to find something to hold on to as his mind told him he was falling falling falling. The buzz of his phone echoed in his head, filling the space between his ears and he didn't care because at least it was louder than the thoughts echoing there. Lacking the energy to even think of answering, he pressed his forehead into his knees. If asked, he couldn't have said whether his eyes were closed or the world had just gone black.

All of his focus, all of his energy, went to the pain of the obsidian in his abdomen. It jabbed into his lungs, making him gasp for breath. It stabbed his heart, making it beat erratically. It sliced his veins open, filling his lungs. It punctured his arteries, coating his organs. He thought he was drowning. He thought he was dying.

He thought it might be easier – better – that way.

And then there was a click at the door – barely recognized in the fog of his mind, barely distinguished from the echoes already there – and it swung open quietly. Jongin's feet moved quickly, quietly. The door was shut and he had made it to Baekhyun's bed, not that it was far, the studio apartment was so small, so small.

And Baekhyun was so small with his knees at his chest and his forehead tilted to meet them and his arms hugging himself so tightly. Jongin hurriedly set the bag in his hands down on the floor and grabbed a pillow off of the floor. He propped it against the headboard of the bed and slid his hands under Baekhyun.

If Baekhyun looked small, shivering on his bed, he felt even smaller in Jongin's arms. He was so thin, like he hadn't eaten properly in weeks, like he would break if Jongin held him too tightly. Jongin's strong hands sat Baekhyun up so, so carefully and, with great effort, Baekhyun opened his eyes. Unfocused, they watched Jongin bend back down to pick up the bag, sit back down on the bed.

He felt, rather than saw, something small and warm pressed into his hands. His fingers were forced around something small, thin, metallic. Jongin's worried eyes watched as Baekhyun simply sat there, fingers limp around the bowl, spoon falling, splashing soup onto their pants. It was a soft motion when he reached out to take back the dishes, ever so carefully pulling them from Baekhyun's hands, which released them far too easily.

Baekhyun's mouth opened reflexively when the warm metal of the spoon pressed against it, lips parting just enough for Jongin to tip the soup in. A few more bites and Baekhyun's eyes focused and his hand came to grab the spoon. Jongin helped him with first few bites, then let him feed himself, staying close to him, one hand at his back, the other hovering to assist if needed.

Once Baekhyun had finished the soup, some small colour returning to his cheeks and his eyes losing their focus again, Jongin pulled the bowl away from him. Picking him up again, Jongin helped Baekhyun lay down, carefully arranging the small boy to be as comfortable as possible. He pulled the covers up to Baekhyun's chin and smoothed down his hair, rubbed his back gently.

“Baek,” Jongin's voice was a little rough, very hushed. “Baek, I'll stop by after practice. Try to get some sleep, all right?”

Baekhyun stared blankly at the wall as Jongin locked the door behind himself.

It was still so empty.

Stunned, Jongin turns the page quickly. His eyes fall immediately upon the perfectly formed words and he begins to read. People always say that hospitals are too white…

People always say that hospitals are too white. As Baekhyun opened his eyes, he learned why. The white walls and floor and sheets blinded him, scared him, feeling too close to his own mind. He was so sore, all over, but especially his head and – his throat. His throat. It burned as he breathed; it burned as he swallowed. His eyes watered at the pain and he tried to reach up to brush them off, but was met with resistance. Something was tugging on his arm, in his hand, and it hurt to move against it. He mewled against the pain, voice rasping and catching and tearing his throat raw again. There was a noise to his right; he turned his head as much as possible and was stunned to see Jongin jerking awake, one hand rubbing at his eyes as he leaned forward, worried eyes darting across Baekhyun.

Baekhyun was confused, but he found his voice first, rasping out against his raw throat, “What's going on?”

Jongin rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting to the door. “I don't know if – I don't think – I don't know, Baekhyun.” He sighed, eyes never leaving Baekhyun's face, fingers twisting at his jacket. “Do you, ah, do you remember? Anything?”

Baekhyun shook his head, but his concern had been mounting with every word out of Jongin's mouth because he didn't usually sound so scratchy. So destroyed.

“Okay. They – the doctors – they said that might happen. I'll go get a nurse, just wait here.” And with that, Jongin left the room, returning a moment later with a nurse.

A bevy of doctors followed – physicians and surgeons and psychiatrists and psychologists – and they examined Baekhyun and asked him questions he couldn't answer, couldn't answer. Eventually, one of them, seeing Baekhyun's distress, patted his leg and, on his way out of the room, said, “I think this might go better if you explain things to him.”

Jongin stared after him, hands gripping his knees and eyes wide, before sinking back into himself. He coughed, clearing his throat, but his voice still came out rough, strangled. “Do you really not remember anything?”

“I don't. Why, what happened?” His heart rate was accelerating as he began to panic, fueled by Jongin's nervousness.

Jongin sighed and dropped his eyes, taking a moment to collect himself before speaking in that strangled voice. “Baekhyun, you – I – we don't know if it was intentional, or an accident, or - ,” he closed his eyes and breathed out harshly. “You tried to kill yourself.”

Baekhyun's eyes scrunched, mouth opening and closing soundlessly as he tried to process this information. “What?”

“You – you,” Jongin inhaled sharply, “you tried to kill yourself. I came back from practice, I was going to check on you, get you to eat something, but...” He shuddered and shook his head, trying to roll out the stress, avoid the tears. “Bleach. You'd – bleach – and all I could do – I called 119. You don't remember anything?”

“No.” Baekhyun huddled in on himself, mind reeling at this information. “Why would I...that...why? Why?”

Jongin shook his head. “I don't know.” After a moment's pause, he cleared his throat and spoke again, voice rasping. “Baek, I know it's not the best time, but...”

He was terrified of what this might be. “What?”

“There was a plane crash, Baek. Yesterday. Early yesterday morning. It was a flight, Beijing to Seoul and it crashed. Five survivors.”

His brain wasn't working. The information refused to process. There was no way Jongin was saying what he thought he was saying. It wasn't possible. There was too much. It was too much. The world couldn't be that cruel.

“Baekhyun, are you listening to me?” Jongin's voice caught in his throat and it took a minute to come unstuck, turning sideways on its way up and strangling him. “Baekhyun, I said they're dead. Kris and Luhan and Tao. Their plane crashed and they died.”

Baekhyun knew he should probably have some kind of reaction, but all he felt was numb. “And Lay?”

“He's not dead, yet. He's hurt really badly, but he's not dead.”

The room was silent save for the beeps of the machines Baekhyun was hooked to, the machines making sure he was alive.

“Baekhyun,” Jongin's voice broke and he started to shake, hunching over into himself, “You – you knew about the crash, before you – before you,” he choked, a sob escaping in a rushed gasp. “They're already gone. Why would you leave, too?”

Baekhyun caught him as he collapsed, sobbing.

This I survived.

This I survived. The words are written above a hospital bracelet – Baekhyun's hospital bracelet. Jongin rubs at his neck, trying to loosen the stress from his shoulders. He remembers that day – those days, really, it took hours for Baekhyun to wake up, and then he had to stay overnight again – in the hospital.

He whistles at Kongju, who lifts her head at the noise. “Come here, girl,” he pats his lap.

She whines as she stretches and plods into his lap. She's big enough she barely has to sit up to lick his face. Restless again, she lies nicely in his lap but whines and growls and hits her tail on the sofa.

Jongin doesn't think anything about it; she's an active dog who likes attention. Sometimes she gets like this. He turns the page, the pain of the last memory still raw and piercing his heart. This page is comparatively empty. There's a ticket stub – some concert they'd gone to, a year past, that was way too loud and the mics weren't balanced correctly because the band was new and had shit sound guys. It was way too cold… the memory begins, and Jongin laughs, startling Kongju, because it was. It was -freezing that day.

It was way too cold for a walk, but they'd still decided to go. The concert had ended less than an hour previous, and Baekhyun's ears were still ringing, but the river was beautiful. Baekhyun laughed as Jongin tried to surreptitiously warm his fingers under his arms. While both of them had remembered scarves, neither had thought to bring proper gloves. Still grinning, Baekhyun grabbed Jongin's wrist and brought it to his face. He exhaled gently on the frozen fingers, letting his warm breath warm them through. Too focused on Jongin's hands to notice his face, Baekhyun failed to notice how focused Jongin's gaze was. He failed to notice how much Jongin wondered what Baekhyun's lips feel like.

“Tuck them in your scarf,” Baekhyun said, demonstrating with his free hand. “They'll stay warmer that way.”

Jongin quickly retracted his hand to follow the advice. They walked a little more, Baekhyun chattering and Jongin watching Baekhyun, the way he looked out at the river and the lights like a little kid, the way he skipped a little when he walked in the cold, the way his hands tucked into his scarf like paws.

He looked soft and Jongin reacted to something that he hadn't known was in him. Grabbing Baekhyun's arm, Jongin stopped their walking, looked at Baekhyun, even and determined and little scary, and, taking advantage of Baekhyun's confusion, pressed their lips together.

It only lasted a second, little more than a brush of the lips, and Jongin pulled back, bright red and refusing to meet Baekhyun's eyes.

It only lasted a second, and I wanted more.

Jongin jumps at Kongju's sharp bark. She stares up at him, dark eyes wide and sorrowful, and whines. The noise pierces Jongin like a needle.

“Shh, girl, it's okay. You're safe. We're safe. Lie, girl. Kongju, lie down.” His tone is placating and the orders are sharp and clear and she has to obey him, but she doesn't seem happy about it. Her tail is down and so are her ears as she slides herself off of the couch to lie on the floor. “That's it, girl. Stay.”

Jongin turns the page and is met by a brilliant yellow decorating the borders of the pages, framing a picture – a selfie – of him and Baekhyun together at a performance. The handwriting, sloppier than usual, written quickly, in excitement, scattered with emojis, is also in that yellow, that yellow which pops so much against the matte black of the page. He moved like water…

He moved like water on stage. Where some of the other dancers were all right angles and sharp movements, Jongin flowed in every motion, a grace attributed to his classical training, but Baekhyun thought that maybe that grace was really just an intrinsic part of the man.

There was a group dance. There were a few actually, but Baekhyun didn't notice because all he could see was Jongin. Jongin in that brilliant yellow spotlight that was a little too bright and a little too strong and hurt to see, but it was a good hurt because somehow that light was Jongin and Baekhyun wasn't sure whether the light was shining on Jongin or from him.

And Baekhyun watched the way Jongin's feet skipped across the floor, never touching anywhere they didn't intend, never giving anything more than necessary. And Baekhyun watched Jongin's arms flow, pulling the rest of his body after them, forcing him into perfection. And Baekhyun watched Jongin's torso twist and turn and place just so, connecting the feet to the arms to the face that was contorting with emotion and completing the performance.

And Baekhyun looked at Jongin and just knew that this man he loved and this man he would always love and it pierced straight through him, but he didn't feel like he was bleeding.

After the performance, when the lights had died and the dancers became but human once again, Baekhyun found Jongin. He found him with a giant grin on both of their faces. Baekhyun grabbed Jongin into a hug, and it was hot and sweaty and stank because dancing is a lot of work, but it was perfect, the way they fit together. Baekhyun pressed his face into Jongin's neck, trying to feel this man and trying to be felt by this man, before pulling back with his face obscured by a smile.

“You were fantastic,” he said and meant every word.

Jongin pulled him back into the hug, crushing him in his arms, thanking him.

They went out for ice cream after Jongin had washed and changed, sitting together in a booth, daring each other to try increasingly strange flavours. Baekhyun begged for barbeque afterward and Jongin relented; the meat was good but the company was better. It was a late night to follow, with video games late into the night at Jongin's. They sat together on the couch, feet touching in the center, Kongju spread heavily across their laps.

It was everything Baekhyun could have wished for, but more, and he decided that – that light? - that was emitted by Jongin, it had to have been, because it was still there. Baekhyun wondered how the world existed without Jongin in it. Baekhyun knew he loved that brilliant yellow.

And this man? - This man I love and love and love.

He has never realized how much that day meant to Baekhyun. To him, it had been just another day. To Baekhyun, it had obviously been so much more. Jongin goes to turn the page only to be startled by Kongju jumping up. She stands at the arm of the couch, alert and on watch. She's bred to guard, so the behaviour is not unusual. Jongin pats her on the head and stretches himself down across the couch. Jongin didn't hurt himself a lot…

Jongin didn't hurt himself a lot, but when he did, he'd sit on the couch with a good book and ice down the injury. Baekhyun had gotten used to this routine, choosing to plop himself down next to Jongin anytime the book came out. On this day, Jongin had his foot resting on the coffee table, an ice bag sitting on his knee and a thick blue book in his hands. Baekhyun settled next to him to watch some TV. Quietly, quietly, of course.

After a while, Baekhyun grew bored and began to mess with Jongin. It was a game. How far could he go before Jongin snapped?

He never found out. As Baekhyun was messing with Jongin, Kongju walked into the room and, seeing Baekhyun's actions, decided the boy wanted to play. Taking a running start, she attempted to jump over Jongin's leg and land on Baekhyun's lap, but she was just too big.

She crashed into Jongin's leg, pushing him over and down on to Baekhyun. Both boys toppled to the ground and Kongju, thinking it looked like great fun, jumped on top of the pile. The boys were pushed together by the massive weight of the dog and both blushed at the position.

That dog is really too big.

Kongju whines at the door. Jongin turns the page. Jongin was fast asleep...

Jongin was fast asleep as Baekhyun slipped out of bed in the morning. Last night had been a bad night for him; luckily, Jongin was always willing to let Baekhyun crash in his bed. He wandered over to the shower, quickly scrubbing down with Jongin's body wash – which he loved doing, loved the way he smelled like Jongin for the rest of the day – and cleaned his hair. He barely bothered to finish drying off before smearing on some makeup. He had gotten very good at putting on the makeup; it was nearly always perfect. Lazily, he headed out of the bathroom to scrounge some clothes up from Jongin's dresser. He sang absentmindedly, habit directing his actions far more than reason.

Baekhyun wasn't far into the bedroom before a pillow met his face. There wasn't much time to be offended, though, as his boyfriend slid out of bed after the pillow and crawled across the floor to plant his face in Baekhyun's side.

“I let you stay here,” he mumbled groggily. “You let me sleep.”

Baekhyun pulled at Jongin's hair in irritation. Jongin retaliated by pulling on the man's legs, knocking him to the ground. Laying on top of him, Jongin pet Baekhyun's thigh and started kissing at Baekhyun's side, at the perfect, straight scars that traced down his side.

The kisses were tired, quiet, soft. With each kiss, Jongin muttered “I love you” in to Baekhyun's side in his rough, just woken voice. Jongin was so happy the scars weren't fresh.

I could have stayed like that forever.

There are only two pages left in the book. Jongin ignores Kongju as she whines at the door in favor of reading the next page. Jongin rubbed his ass...

Jongin rubbed his ass. His voice was incredulous as he addressed Baekhyun. “What the fuck!?”

Baekhyun rolled his eyes, sitting back on his heels. “I once bit Sehun's but while he was sleeping.”

Jongin scoffed. “That's supposed to make me feel better?”

“Yeah.”

“How?”

“You were awake.”

Jongin stared. He could not believe the words coming out of Baekhyun's mouth right now.

Baekhyun quickly backpedaled at the lack of response. “You could have stopped me!”

Jongin glared daggers at him.

Baekhyun instinctively covered his crotch.

“Fuck you, Byun Baekhyun.”

The bathroom door slammed shut behind Jongin.

As ways to fuck up go, that was, at least, funny.

Kongju has given up her whining, choosing instead to stand at the door and stare at Jongin. Thankful for the quiet, Jongin settles into the soft cushions, briefly closing his eyes and stretching his arms. It's been a long day already, but he's enjoying the memories as he goes through Baekhyun's book. As he turns the page, his fingers catch on a paperclip, dislodging a paper that's been hastily added.

The paper is old and grey and torn from something else, edges rough and fraying. On it is that handwriting, always so familiar, Baekhyun's neat lines, but here it wanders and shakes, as if trying to find its way in the dark. Jongin's hand involuntarily shakes as he straightens the page.

It takes less than a moment for the lines to register in his brain, the black searing into his retinas, hovering in his vision even when he glances away for a split second, wishing – hoping – praying – that he is mistaken. The words are wrong, so wrong, they aren't Baekhyun, but they have to be because the black lines are his handwriting, absolutely.

The second glance confirms the words and the book is falling falling falling.

I'm sorry

There's a thud as the couch rocks backwards and falls back on its feet.

I'm

There's a crash as the coffee table tips over, the days-old mugs shattering on the floor.

There's a slam as the door smashes shut behind him.

sorry

There's a whine as Kongju pushes her head against the dark wood, waiting.

Jongin

The book sits, splayed open to that brilliantly yellow page and waits with her.

This isn't to hurt you

The elevator is too slow for Jongin's impatience, terror and he flies down the stairs instead, jumping to the landing from halfway up, swinging around on the handrail, counting the flights.

I don't want to hurt you

6…5...4...3...2...1

It's just too much

He smashes through the doors at the ground floor, startling the lone woman in the lobby at this time of night. He jumps over her bag and fumbles at the front door handle.

I can't do this

It's a twenty minute walk with good traffic to Baekhyun's, but he makes it in five.

I can't do it

He pounds on the elevator button, but the damn thing is broken again.

It's eight flights of stairs and he thinks his chest is going to burst but he makes it to Baekhyun's door.

It's too much, Jongin

His vision's blurring from sweat and tears and adrenaline and he can't find the right key and his stone fingers drop it and it won't go in the lock and the door finally, finally creaks open.

I'm so, so sorry

The white floor is red-flecked – blood, slowly congealing. It freezes Jongin in the doorway.

I've been fighting this for years

His heart stops as his eyes track the dull-red blood.

But sometimes the dragon wins

A knife on the counter, blood dried on the handle, dripping off the blade.

And I'm not the dragon

A rope, unused, unused, lying next to the knife like an afterthought.

There's so much blood.

Don't try to do anything

So much.

So much and it's pooled on the floor and Jongin doesn't want to look. Doesn't want to see.

You've done everything you can

Doesn't want to see Baekhyun, splayed on the floor like a broken doll.

You've done everything you should have

Doesn't want to see Baekhyun's eyes glazed as they stare at the door.

Thank you for everything

Doesn't want to see how still the boy's chest is.

There's nothing left to do

Doesn't want to see doesn't want to see doesn't want to hurt.

I love you

Jongin's heart stops.

This time, too late.

this || alternate ending

#exo #exo fic #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #kaibaek #jongin x baekhyun #kim jongin #kai #byun baekhyun #baekhyun #baekhyun fic #jongin fic #kaibaek fic #kpop

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jinxthequeergirl · 5 years

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Look at you (alternate!)

Steve Harrington x Hopper! Reader

Summary: ok But what if you Don't necessarily make it back to the mall to see el and steve with just a twisted ankle?

Warning: angst! Angst for days/ death!/probably Not good/ swearing?

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You've had a very long and exhausting day with your father and joyce and For a moment everything that had happened before felt like a fever dream, the fight between you and your dad, the mice Russian scientists, the weird man murray, who you vaguely remembered getting along with.

It was all there but fuzzy kinda how your vision was right now. You could see your dad and joyce looking over you worriedly but there faces kept slipping in and out of focus and their voices were so so far away.

You where certain it was a dream. "Y/n sweetie this is gonna hurt...Just Stay with us!" You blinked a few times really trying to register everything in your mind. Suddenly you let out a blood curdling scream, almost snapping you out of your dizzy state.

And instantly everything came back so quickly it hurt your head, almost as much as the pain in your side.

You remembered arriving to the fair agreeing with joyce that you would stay with murray and alexie until the found everyone. You had stuck by alexie while murray went to grab food.

Alexie had won a giant stuffed woody woodpecker doll and a smaller prize for yourself.

You remembered how you both happily started making your way to Murray with prizes in hand.

Then you saw him, it was like he just appeared out of thin air. The Russian terminator, the one who beat the shit out of your dad at hawkin lab, the one who chased you from the house you found Alexie and now the one who was pulling out a gun ready to kill him.

In a swift and sudden movement you put all your strength into pushing alexie out of the way, as soon as you did so you felt the bullet pierce your side.

Then everything went hazy the voices went distant and your vision blurred.

Now You cried out in pain, tears starting to roll down your face.

You felt Joyce's hand in your and instinctily squeezed down on it.

"Stop! Stop!"

"Hop! Stop it!" Hopper quickly stopped pushing his finger into your bullet wound in an attempt to fish it out.

"If we can get her to the others we can keep her alive murray suggested.

"Is she going to make it?"

You felt yourself be lifted off the ground into hoppers arms.

"Dad?..."

"Yea?"

"I'm sorry for yelling at you...I know you love me and El both."

He shook his head and quickly started making his way through the fair. "I know sweetie I'm sorry too...but right now I just need you to work on staying awake.Ok? We need to get you to the mall...they'll have stuff to help you I'm sure…" you nodded.

Hopper sat in the back of the Todd father with you as joyce raced down the street, murray in the front and alexie on the other side of you.

"I wanna...I wanna see steve and...and El before i-"

"Don't worry you're gonna see them...I promise and you aren't going to die…but in order to do that you need to stay awake ok? Please stay awake..." hopper wrapped his arms around you tightly. And despite everything being hazy you could see tears building in his eyes. And You somehow managed to wrap your arms around him.

He could see you where dozing off.

"C'mon kid stay with me!" you lay your head back against the car door and look up at him. You could feel his hand press hard against your side causing you to whimper out.

"Uh...remember...remember the time..where you had Steve over without me knowing? I came to check on you and you pushed him off the bed?"

You chuckled half heartedly and breathless. "He...he fell so hard.. He sprained his wrist." you added.

Joyce bit her lip, hearing the sadness in hoppers voice as he tried so desperately to keep you awake, she started driving a little bit faster. Everyone in the car was silent holding, very obviously on edge.

"How about Halloween? Huh?" you smiled shutting your eyes. "You told el she couldn't go trick or treating...but I took her anyways...she was so happy and later that night...that night we watched Charlie Brown...and ate all our candy.." tears slipped down hoppers face. "Yea…You always did whatever it took to make people happy...and safe…I always told you not to be a hero...and that still never stopped you..."

You hummed in response watching the stars pass over your head, even those where starting to blur, "how could it?...I for everything I know from you…"

Suddenly the night sky was interrupted with hues of electric pink light.

"We made it!"

Hopper quickly lifted you up and raced you into the mall.

"Hop?" You heard el's voice very faintly as the five of you ran into the mall. "Holy shit! Y/n!?"

You looked up upon hearing Steve's voice. "Harrington?" Steve ran toward you right alongside eleven. You reached out to Steve with both arms and he was quick to take you into his just like hopper had you.

"Y/n?" You looked at him half lidded. "God, look at you…" you reached your hand up to touch his bruised cheek. He chuckled feeling worried years build in his eyes too. "Look at me? Look at you…"

"Keep pressure on her side!" steve looked around for a place to set you in order to do so.

"Steve!" el pulled the both of you to the platform that surrounded the plants in the center of the mall. He pulled you onto it resting you between his legs, so your back was against him. He pressed his hand against your wound causing you to wince.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." he kept his other arm securely wrapped around your shoulders. "It'll be ok…"

You rested your head against his shoulder. Closing your eyes.

"Y/n?..."

"Yes, Steve?"

"I'm making sure you aren't dying." You chuckled followed by a cough.

El came up beside You taking your hand tears streaming down her face.

"El...don't...Don't cry...I'll...I'll be…" You took a shaky breath. "I'll be ok...who's gonna take you to do things dad won't let you huh? Can't do that if I'm dead…"

You felt her jump up and hug you, you could feel her tears hitting your neck and shoulder. "El..please…" You hadn't cried until this point, you didn't want to worry your dad or Joyce. But seeing el crying like this broke you.

"Bring her here!"

"Hop, she's lost a lot of blood do you think-"

"It has too! It has to work, joyce! I am not going to lose one of my daughters."

Steve picked you up and carried you over to where they were setting up.

After he laid you down you grabbed his hand. "Steve please..please Don't leave!"

"Hey I'm not going anywhere."

You coughed out a sob. "Promise me that you'll take me on a trip? Somewhere nice? Just for a whole?"

"Yea i...I Promise...where did you have in mind?"

You thought a moment as murray, joyce, johnathan and hopper all worked to help you. "Rus-" You grind your teeth in pain.

"Russia might be nice?..." Steve laughed through his tears. And You squeezed his hand, not that he really minded or noticed, not in this particular moment anyways.

" I love you Harrington."

"I love you too..." You cried out again squeezing his hand harder.

"It's ok...almost over…" Steve tried his best to reassure but the look on murray and Joyce's face said otherwise.

Robin sat next steve, and despite not really knowing you as much as she liked her eyes where red and puffy matching everyone in the room, the room was not quite enough to hear a pin drop or anything like that because instead it was filled with hushed murmurs from friends whispering things about what had happened, and choking sobs from every direction you looked.

El was still sitting over you her body shaking with ever sob she let out. Hopper sat next to her and pulled her into his arms.

Steve was curled up his knees brought to his chest and his head hidden inside. "Hey…" there was a beat of silents. Robin was convinced That he wasn't going to say anything.

"That was...that was the first time...the first time we said to each other... and in all the times I imagined it...I never once thought it would be the last time too…" Robin looked down defeated by his words. "And I promised her...I would take her away from here so many times...before I got this stupid job, before we finished school, I always told her we would run away from Hawkens...leave it all behind and start new in some foreign and new place...I promised her!"

"Steve…" he tucked his head back onto his knees his body shaking with sobs. She didnt say anything else she just sat next to him in scilents letting her own tears fall.

"Harrington…" He looked up again to see hopper standing there looking worse than he had. "Here I think...I think she'd want you to have this.." hopper tossed him something before sitting down.

Steve caught it and examined it. "Her necklace?..."

"It's not just a necklace, shit head...just open it."

Steve did as he was told and piped it open finding the insides to have two pictures. One being him and you, it made him smile he remembered that day. Hopper was out and you had him come over to watch a movie, but instead You two had ended up laying on the floor just talking, he asked about different things in your room and you happily explained the story behind them, before finally getting up and grabbing your camera and laying back in your spot on the floor.

He had begged you not to take that picture but you did, it was slightly fuzzy but just clear enough to make out what was happening.

You had your face turned to him and his to you as he attempted to push you away. You where both so happy there.

"I remember she told me it was awful...I can't believe she kept it.."

"Yea that was taken...the day after I brought el home…" it was a silly picture, you and el where looking behind You as hopper angrily looked at them ready to take the camera from them.

"I think you should have it…"

Hopper shook his head. "I have plenty to remember her by…"

Steve nodded looking at the picture letting another tear fall onto it.

#stranger things x reader #steve harrington x reader

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just-homo-thingsxd · 5 years

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Resentment (Endeavor x Male Reader Pt 4)

The darkness lingered for so long. Seeping into your thoughts and feeling, The only reason you knew you were still alive was that you still felt everything deep in your heart. Why did things have to be this way? Things just couldn't go right for once, could they? Ever since you were little things were always out of your control, and they never ended well...

"He did what Mr. Finagi?"

"There was an altercation at recess with your child here and another one. Your son broke his nose and sprained the other boys wrist. This behavior is not acceptable Mr. L/N"

Covered in scrapes and bruises you turned your face away from your father and mother. You weren't ashamed of what you did. He was the class bully, and no one stood up to him. So you took it upon yourself to bring him down to size. While it wasn't easy he was heavier so he wasn't nearly as mobile as you were. So it was because of your agility that you were able to knock him down by twisting his wrist, causing him to fall down and get a few face punches in. That's when the teachers finally noticed what was going on. The air on the playground was that of silent thanks. They couldn't say anything, but they were thankful that he would finally stop. Maybe.

"Of course Sir, I'm sorry. Y/N? What do you say when you do something wrong?"

"sorry"

"What was that?"

"I'm sorry, for standing up for my classmates."

Your dad was visibly tense, but was distracted by what Mr. Finagi, the principle said.

"While what you did was entirely wrong, we were trying to help Jordan realize that his anger and aggression was not supposed to be taken out on other people. Much less in school. I'm sure your classmates are thankful, but that's not the way to deal with your problems. Hatred only breeds more hatred."

"I apologize, Mr. Finagi."

You stood and bowed your head to him.

"Legally, we have to suspend him for 3 days. Had he not broken a bone, or if it was self defense there would be some leniency."

He said looking to your father and mother.

"Of course sir, we understand."

Your mother said.

"You three are okay to leave. I hope you can resolve this at home, and try not to be too hard on him. At the end of the day he was doing what he thought was right, just not in the right way. I'll see you Monday, Y/N. Meet me here in the morning before class so we can chat, okay?"

You nodded and followed your parents out the door. They were quiet until you got in the car.

"What the hell was that about? I should not be getting calls from the school about you misbehaving, AND I have to leave work to deal with your bullshit? I don't think so."

"Dad it's not like I hurt someone who was innoc-"

"Shut. The fuck. Up. You don't speak unless spoken to. You're old enough to understand that right? Then again, you act like a child and do what you think is right? YOU DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD AND NOTHING ELSE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

With trembling hands and a shaky voice you responded.

"Y..Yes father."

It took all your 7 year old resolve to not burst into tears. You already knew that would make things worse.

"I've told you once and I'll only repeat myself one more goddamn time. You don't stick out, so don't try to change it. The fact that I have to explain that again fucking infuriates me."

When you got home, that was the first, unfortunately not the last time dad, as he put it. 'Disciplined you.' After that he started to drink. His breath always reeked of booze, and that was when he was the most violent. You always caught the brunt of it. Ever since the beginning of your life it was always pain. It followed you through life. It appeared misery loved you and was clingy. Floating through this darkness just made all your worst memories come back to you. Maybe this was hell. Not quite what you envisioned, but hell nonetheless.

"Stay strong, Y/N. I know you can pull through. You're strong, I've always admired that about you."

Endeavor? How could he be talking to you? Oh.. Maybe it was just what you wanted to hear. The brain is a powerful thing, so it isn't that surprising you'd hear what you needed to.

"Please. I'll be here for you, until you wake up."

That.. that was genuinely him, wasn't it..? He was wrong. You tried your best to be strong, but it never worked out. Left and right you were shut down. Maybe dad was right..

"He speaks highly of you, in all my years of working for him I've never heard him do that."

Now Leonard?

"You're special to him."

He just praised you. Maybe you were special to him? If only you could wake up and talk to him. Your body felt like it was floating, and none of your muscles responded to your will. You were trapped. Encased in a prison of broken and battered flesh. How becoming of a broken and battered soul, it only made sense the two would connect. You struggled to regain control of yourself. It felt as if you were paralyzed, and you were entirely numb. You started with trying to move your finger tips. Slowly you regained control of them, and were able to move them.

"COME HERE YOU -hic- LITTLE SHIT."

One of the worst scenes of your life replayed. Your dad had just come home entirely trashed. After taking the last gulp of his booze he stormed towards you.

"What the fuck old man? GO AWAY YOU DRUNK BASTARD."

In a fit of rage he ran forward and smashed the bottle over your head. The broken glass shards stabbed into your skin. Crying out in pain you pushed him off and ran away.

"FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!"

Your body jolted up and was immediately hit with a wave of nausea. You immediately fell back down. Your body was shaking entirely and you felt extremely cold.

"Hey, hey relax buddy. Look at me."

Endeavor placed one hand on your chest and the other on your arm. Doing his best to keep it steady without pinning you entirely.

"Can you look at me in the eyes?"

You nodded.

"Do you feel my hand on your chest?"

It took a moment for the feeling to register, but once again you nodded.

"What I need you to do is to take deep breaths. 4 seconds in and 3 seconds out. Can you do that for me 4 times?"

You obliged with his commands. The more breaths you took in and out. You could feel your body relaxing, and warming up slowly. After a few additional breaths you looked to him. Exhausted, but thankful.

"How'd you know how to deal with me?"

He simply shrugged.

"Just did what felt natural."

Suddenly the pain along your body came back, as you tried to relax more you noticed that the right side of your face was entirely bandaged.

"Oh yeah.... I forgot what even happened for a moment there. I was so distracted."

He shuffled a bit.

"You.. were having a nightmare right?"

You really hoped you didn't say that stuff out loud.

"You woke up yelling 'Fuck you, Asshole.' You were mumbling a lot as well. It woke me up, I was worried about you."

Staring solemnly you looked at the foot of the bed. You didn't want to meet his eyes. It would be easier to not see anyone while speaking the entire truth to him. There was no point in hiding it anymore.

"My father and mother never cared much for me as long as I can remember. My dad would constantly hit me, claiming it was discipline. The worst it ever got was when he smashed a beer bottle on my head. Meanwhile my mom just constantly put me down, telling me I should just listen to him and he'll stop. She was wrong, it didn't matter. He hated me. I wasn't what he wanted in a son. He wanted a big strong man who worked hard and never had fun."

You paused for a moment. Letting Enji settle. The room grew at least 20 degrees hotter while you were speaking. You were starting to sweat.

"So I left when I was 18. I don't want anything to do with them. They're the reason I have the problems I do."

There was a knocking at the doorway.

"Mr. L/N. Your parents are here,"

God must've been against you entirely. It was on queue, and the timing was impeccable. Endeavor quickly shut his flames off and tensed up.

"Hey, honey, how are you doing?"

You turned away and faced the window.

"I can't feel half my face, my ankle is numb. I'm exhausted, and annoyed I'm missing work. All in all. Pretty good."

Were you not in a public place your father would have thrown a fit at your sass.

"I'm sorry. That was quite a silly question."

She stepped in and your dad followed suit. Her attention turned towards the man in the corner.

"Oh! Hello, I'm his mother and you are?"

It seemed she had no idea that it was Endeavor, your dad didn't bat an eye either. No surprise there. They didn't pay attention to hero stuff.

"I'm a friend of his from high school. Nice to meet you both."

It took dad all of his willpower to seem even slightly concerned.

"You holding up?"

With a shrug you stayed turned away.

"I don't know. Ask the bandages."

He puffed up his chest a bit.

"Why are you always like this?"

With a glare as sharp as a dagger could hope to be you turned towards him.

"I'm not in the mood. If you're just going to argue with me get out. I was nearly killed last night so sorry if I'm in a bitter mood."

Your mom stepped in.

"Seriously honey, he's trying to recover."

He grunted and crossed his arms.

"It wouldn't hurt you to show some respect."

Blood started pumping through your veins, and you crunched your hand into a fist tightly.

"Like you know how to do that? I know what this is about. Since you're my parents and I don't have anyone else to turn to I fall on your hands. Neither of you want to be here."

Mom seemed slightly hurt by the knives you jabbed into them. Dad on the other hand seemed unphased.

"I'll be outside."

Dad stepped out quickly. Most likely not wanting to cause a scene.

"Why must you always argue with him?"

"Oh I don't know. He only beat me mercilessly when I was a fucking child."

"He wasn't himself! That was when he was using achohol."

"I have a question for you."

"What is it?"

"Why?"

She paused for a moment.

"Why what?"

"Why did you let him hurt me? I'm your son, and you let dad beat me. For Christs sake you were there when he broke the bottle over my fucking head and you did nothing! Only after I started bleeding and crying did you drive me to the hospital. STOP ACTING LIKE YOU WEREN'T JUST AS RESPONSIBLE AS HE WAS. YOU SIT THERE AND ACT LIKE YOUVE DONE NOTHING WRONG. LIKE YOU'RE THIS PERFECT MOM WHO'S NEVER MADE A MISTAKE IN HER LIFE.... How can you live with yourself, watching a child be abused and feel nothing?"

That last bit had been building up inside you for years. It was always a question you wanted to ask. Instead of answering the question she just stared. Dumbfounded by what you had to say. She started to tear up and stepped out.

"I wish you had never been born. You're so ungrateful."

You could feel every pump of your heart in your skull. It should hurt more to hear that, but at this point you knew deep down that they both knew, and meant that. After taking a moment to calm down, your father stormed back in.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO HER? YOU JUST MADE YOUR OWN MOTHER BREAK DOWN IN TEARS!"

You had completely forgotten, but Endeavor was still in the corner. Listening to all of this.

"ENOUGH."

His tone completely shut dad up. He turned to him, with a frown.

"Who even are you? Why would you be friends with this fuck-up?"

"Silence."

"What are you going to do about it? Anything you do to me I'll just dish back to your friend here when I take him home."

"SIL-ENCE"

The shift in Endeavors demeanor was something you'd never witnessed before. He was fuming, completely lost in his anger. He stepped towards your dad who took a step back.

"I'm taking him home. You will not touch him. You will not speak to him, and you will listen. Otherwise you're answering to me."

"Oh, of course my son would be a faggo-"

His mouth was gripped and almost crushed immediately as Endeavor finally lost it. His flames came roaring out around his face. The edges of his flames were blue. Something you'd never seen before.

"Shut. The Fuck. Up. You'll listen to me and you'll listen good. You've damaged you're own flesh and blood too much. I'm not going to let you lay another hand on him. You're his father, and you should've acted like it. You're a disappointment to humanity, and you're the fuck-up here. He graduated from U.A even with all the mental abuse you put him through. What have you done with your life? You're pathetic."

Endeavor was lost in his rage entirely, but you could tell everything he was saying was genuine. With flames threatening to burst out of his hands he spoke once more.

"Get. Out. Now, fucker."

With what sounded like a whimper your father immediately ran out of the room. You stare, completely in awe at what you just saw. Not only that, you were petrified. For once you actually felt intimidated by him. You were scared to even move a muscle, that included breathing. After what seemed like an eternity his flames calmed down and disappeared. Turning back to you with a solemn expression.

"I'm sorry.. I just.. I wanted to protect you this time. I know it wasn't my place to step in your family affairs, but I couldn't just sit there and let something else bad happen to you and not be able to help."

So. That's what the sudden outburst was from. He was already frustrated with what happened and not being there at the park.

"I-it's fine Enji, thank you."

He looked at you quizzically.

"Aren't you even effected slightly by this?"

You shook your head.

"I'm used to it. Lived with it for 18 years."

He frowned and looked down, taking a few steps closer to you he wrapped you up in his arms and rested his head on your shoulder.

"I'm really sorry."

"Why are you sorry? The number two hero just came to my aid when I needed him most. Is that something to apologize for?"

"Y/N..."

"Seriously, I'm the one who should be apologizing. I'm the reason you even experienced that in the first place."

"That's right!"

He pulled away from the hug and he smacked the top of your head roughly. Not the bandaged side. He wasn't a monster.

"YOU MORON!!"

"Ouch- hitting a poor decrepit man like me, fufufu how shameful!"

"You're going to get hit again if you push it, boy."

Yikes. Message received.

"So what happened exactly?"

You told him what happened the entirety of the day and the night. Leaving out the conversation with Leonard of course. He was taking notes, no doubt for the police or for his own investigation perhaps. There was something that didn't seem to add up though. Why didn't that person with the evil hand walk through the portal? He would have easily killed you. Did they want you to live? Why? Too tired to think you relax yourself back on the bed while Endeavor asks some more questions. After he's done you ask something that came to mind.

"How long have you been here Endeavor?"

"You were placed in in Intensive Care at 8:30pm last night. So, since then I guess."

"It's like, the next day? You need to go home and take care of business man."

Endeavor shook his head back and forth.

"I'll leave tonight, when you go to sleep. I can't leave you, not now."

You had to turn your face away from him in fear of him seeing the huge blush plastered on the left side of your face.

"Thank you, Enji."

Endeavor nodded his head and after that small talk ensued. Thankfully your boss saw what kind of state you were in so you didn't have to worry about explaining why you wouldn't be there. As night drew closer exhaustion was nagging at your eyelids.

"Well, it's getting late. I should get going."

"Thanks for keeping me company."

"Don't mention it. I like spending time with you."

"Really?"

"I have no reason to lie to you, Y/N"

You honestly felt a little embarrassed with asking that question. You knew he enjoyed the time we had together. You did as well, probably even more than him.

"Hey, you still with me?"

Jumping slightly you nodded and scratched the back of your head.

"Y-yeah sorry. I must be more tired than I thought."

"Well take it easy for tonight. I'll drop by as much as I can. I might be a little bit too busy for tomorrow but the day after that I should be fine."

"How long am I going to be in here?"

"Estimated time was about 5 days. Depending on your stamina. You were out cold last time, but Recovery Girl did stop buy to help you regenerate a bit. Since your wounds were so severe."

That feeling of your skin decaying came back to you, causing you to shudder.

"Get some rest, you're safe."

Those simple words helped you relax almost immediately. As relaxed as you could be in a hospital bed. How disfigured would your face be after this? Ugh. No point in stressing about it.

"Goodnight Enji."

"Sweet dreams, Y/N. See you soon."

#endeavor #endeavor x reader #bnha endeavor #mha endeavor #fanfiction #fanfic #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #malexmale #male reader

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selfignitingimagines · 5 years

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Brett- You’re The Crazy One

Request: heyyy could you do an isaac lahey or brett talbot one where you both are dating but he keeps ditching you for another girl and you get really jealous (MEGA ANGST) and insecure (but in a way where you become really quiet and detached) and he finds out and its super fluffy!! thanksks also i love ur writing omgg <3 A/N: I chose Brett for this one. Thanks for the love!!

The night was quiet as Brett lugged his duffle bag across the empty Devenford Prep parking lot. All the lights shut off at a certain point, and considering it was one am, it was no surprise that the school was bathed in darkness.

On nights when Brett couldn’t sleep, he would slip out of Satomi’s house and come to the school, carrying his lacrosse gear with him. He would take shots at the empty goals on the pitch black field, which didn’t bother him, because he didn’t exactly need lights to see in the dark.

It should have been a regular night, but as he stepped foot on the field, he could tell that something was wrong. Even in the darkness, he could tell that the lacrosse field was ridden with holes. They were huge, maybe five feet wide, and they looked like they went even deeper.

He briefly considered just walking around them and heading toward the goal, but that was when he heard the voice.

“Hello? Is someone out there?”

It was soft, and scared, and so strikingly familiar. He dropped his bag on the grass and walked toward the field, dodging holes left and right.

“Hello?!” the voice called again, sounding more frantic. “I need help!”

Brett bent down, peering into one of the holes. Then a grin broke out across his face.

From where you lay in the dirt below him, you gasped. When you saw the pair of glowing yellow eyes, your breath caught in your throat, and you instantly went silent.

When he pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight, you got a glimpse of his face, and suddenly your fear was gone.

“Need some help?” he asked, that cocky grin plastered across his face.

You had met Brett through Liam, but you weren’t exactly his biggest fan. Everytime he popped up, things just seemed to get more complicated for you and the rest of the pack. He also drove Liam crazy, which didn’t help.

You frowned, glancing down at your ankle, which was twisted at an unnatural angle. “No. I...I’m fine.”

He raised a dark eyebrow. “You’re fine?”

You nodded unconvincingly. “Mmhm. I’m great.”

“So that wasn’t you calling for help earlier?”

“You know, maybe you could just call Scott.”

“That’s not what I asked. Cute jammies by the way. Did you roll out of bed to come looking for a body?”

You blanched, glancing down at your thin shorts and tank top. Had he been checking you out?

“I didn’t find a body,” you snapped, hoping he couldn’t see you flushing in the dark. “I just found a hole, which I fell in, as you can see.”

“Well I found several.” He gestured behind him. “Would you like some help out of yours?”

You sighed. Even if you hadn’t twisted your ankle, you doubted you would be able to climb out of a hole six feet deep. As much as you hated asking Brett for help, you didn’t seem to have another option.

“If you don’t mind. Do you want me to-”

“Look out.”

You barely had time to scramble back before he was jumping down into the hole. He scooped you up in one smooth motion, and in seconds he was jumping out with you in his arms.

You let out a shriek as you landed on solid ground. He grinned down at you, and you quickly tried to wipe the terrified look off your face.

“That was so unnecessary.”

“Did you forget you asked for my help?”

“Whatever. Just put me down, please.”

Brett let out a short laugh. “Put you down? Not with your ankle twisted like that.”

“What, are you going to carry me home?”

“No, I’m going to carry you to my car. Then I’m going to drive you to the hospital.”

“No way,” you cried. “I’m fine. It’s just sprained.”

“A sprain can be worse than a break,” he reminded you. “And I don’t mind.”

“It’s one in the morning.”

“Well then it’s a good thing the E.R. is open twenty-four seven.”

You huffed, but you could tell he wasn’t putting you down. Demanding he call Scott and wake him up would be a bit selfish, considering you hadn’t found actually found a body.

As if Brett could tell what you were thinking, he spoke up.

“So if you were looking for a dead body, where is it?”

“How am I supposed to know?” you asked sullenly.

He shrugged his broad shoulders as he ambled through the parking lot with you in his arms. “I dunno. I thought that was your thing.”

“I don’t even know what I’m doing,” you admitted softly.

Brett glanced down at you. “Hey don’t sound so upset. This is total romantic comedy stuff. And lucky for you, I’m single.”

You scoffed in his arms, and rolled your eyes at his grin. Little did you know, Brett was smiling at the fact that he had taken your mind off what you might have been looking for.

“If you just drop me at the hospital I can have Liam come pick me up.”

“You actually think I’d leave you at the mercy of Liam? I’m not that much of a douche.”

“I don’t think you’re a douche,” you complained. “And what are you going to do? Stay at the hospital with me all night?”

His lips pulled up at the corners. “I guess we’ll just have to see.”

-----

Much to your chagrin, Brett did wait with you at the hospital. To his credit, it only took them forty-five minutes to run you through the x-ray machine and stabilize your ankle. That was no surprise considering it was one in the morning, the E.R. was deserted, and for once Beacon Memorial was not experiencing a supernatural disaster.

At two-thirty am, Brett wheeled you out to his car in one of the hospital wheelchairs with your crutches spread across your lap. He helped you into the car as you yawned, and then clicked your seatbelt into place for you. You flashed him a curious look, but he was already heading around to the driver’s seat.

“So how do you plan on sneaking inside your house with those crutches?” Brett asked curiously as he headed toward your house.

“My parents are actually in Ohio right now,” you told him. “For some kind of business conference.”

“They left you home alone with all the freaky shit going on around here?” he questioned.

“You know, I actually don’t think they’ve noticed. They’re so busy with running their restaurant, and it not like they know the real story behind the dead bodies.”

Brett scoffed. “I don’t know how they keep it open. It seems like everyone in this town just keeps dropping like flies.”

“It’s in Hill Valley,” you told him. “Which I’m assuming is why they’re so successful. Besides, they’re never home anyway.”

“Does it freak you out, being alone so much?” he asked.

You shook your head. “Scott lives right down the road from me. And Stiles isn’t far either. Besides, I’m told if I want to protect myself, all I have to do is scream.”

“Doesn’t seem too hard,” he commented.

“It would help if I actually knew how this banshee thing worked,” you grumbled. “So far all I’ve gotten out of it is missed sleep and a sprained ankle...and a lot of nightmares.”

Before Brett could speak, you reached out to point at a street sign. “Turn up here, on your right.”

He almost regretted not driving slower. Nightmares were a common thing for him too, and for some reason he couldn’t quite place, he really wanted to share that with you.

“It’s this one up here.”

He turned into an empty driveway, and coasted to a stop in front of your darkened house. It looked so empty, and he was just about to comment on it when you reached out the open your door.

“Woah, hey, wait,” he called, rushing out of the car to come help you.

You made a face at him. “I have crutches now. I can get inside just fine.”

“What about the steps?”

You thought for a moment. “You really don’t give up do you?”

“No,” he agreed. “If you need help, I’m going to help you.”

“Why?” you asked. You weren’t annoyed, just curious.

“Because Scott saved my life. And you’re with Scott.”

“I’m not with anyone,” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“They’re still your pack.”

“Hm,” you murmured thoughtfully. “I’ve never thought about it like that.”

All this supernatural code stuff was new to you, and on top of that, you weren’t even a werewolf. Everyone, including Scott, was still trying to figure out how all this is pack business worked.

“Okay, you can help me up the steps,” you agreed. “But you’re not carrying me.”

“Deal,” Brett said brightly.

He did help you up the steps, keeping a steady arm wrapped around your waist. His hand was warm on your side, and it made you flush. Thankfully, you were pretty sure he couldn’t see that in the dark.

You handed him your keys and he opened the door for you, leading you into your empty house.

“Upstairs?” he asked.

You grimaced, gazing up the long flight of stairs leading to the top floor. “I think I can probably scoot up them.”

He glanced down at you, raising his eyebrows. “As much as I would love to watch you do that…”

You sighed. “Fine.”

With a smile, Brett scooped you into his arms. You held tightly to your crutches as he carried you up the steps. You were acutely aware of how warm he was, and you found yourself wondering what it would be like to fall asleep next to him. You probably wouldn’t even need a blanket if he was cuddled up to you.

“I can see you smiling.”

He said it softly, like it was secret, even though you were the only two people there.

“I’m just grateful,” you said plainly. “This is my room.”

Brett shouldered open the door and set you down on your bed.

“Could you do me a favor?” you asked him. “There are some pajamas in my last dresser drawer, and-”

“Those are covered in dirt,” he finished. “Not that I mind. You’ve got that sexy archaeologist vibe going for you.”

You snorted. “I don’t think an archaeologist would be wearing pajamas with pandas on them.”

“You never know,” he told you, bringing you a pair of short and an oversized t-shirt. “I could see you doing that, since you seem to spend a lot of time in the dirt.”

“Well, it’s not like I dug the holes,” you remarked.

“You think it was the Dread Doctors?” he asked.

You shook your head, unsure. “I have no idea. I have no idea what the point of all of this is. When I first started finding bodies and Lydia realized what I was, she said there were rules...rules about the supernatural.”

“There are,” Brett agreed. “At least, there are supposed to be.”

“Well it doesn’t seem like it. It seems like someone’s trying to break them.”

“Maybe that’s what this is about,” Brett said softly. “Someone wants to break the rules.”

With a sigh, you leaned back against your pillows. “Well, I wish they would do that without digging holes for me to fall into.”

“You should sleep,” Brett said.

“Can I ask you something?” you asked suddenly, looking up into his blue eyes. “Does this get any easier?”

“The bodies don’t,” he admitted, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. “Having the people around you die...that never gets easier. But figuring out what you can do, that’s going to come eventually. You just haven’t gotten used to it. And one day you’re going to help a lot of people.”

He reach forward to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and then brushed your cheek, which was still smudged with dirt.

“How do you know that?” you whispered.

He gave you a gentle shrug of his shoulders. “I just get that feeling from you.”

His hand was still on your face, and you leaned up a little bit, suddenly feeling the urge to be closer. Brett didn’t move. “I know you helped Lydia crack the deadpool when you barely even knew what you were. You helped save me and my sister. I never said thank you for that.”

“You don’t have to,” you said softly. “I barely did anything.”

“Still,” he whispered. “Most of my pack didn’t make it out alive. You’re one of the reasons we didn’t get completely wiped out.”

You nodded, but didn’t meet his eyes. That was when he gently tilted your chin up, and whispered softly in your ear. “Thank you.”

He pulled back, but he lips hovered inches from yours. That was when you leaned forward and brushed your lips against his, and then you didn’t have to imagine what it would be like to be pressed against him. He was warm, and so were his lips, capturing yours as he pulled you against his chest.

“I’m getting dirt on you,” you gasped, breathless as he kissed his way along your jaw.

“I don’t care,” he murmured against your neck.

His fingers tangled in your hair as he lips moved back to yours, but that was when you hesitated.

“What’s wrong?” he murmured, pulling away slightly.

“There’s just so much going on,” you whispered. “The Dread Doctors, the dead kids…I mean, how can we do this, with everything going on?”

Brett nodded, and stood up. “I get it.”

You frowned. “Are you leaving?” His face was stoic as he nodded. “Yeah. Like I said, you should sleep.”

“Wait, Brett,” you called softly, but he was already shutting your bedroom door behind him.

You heard his sneakers as they bounded down the wooden steps, and when he shut the front door softly behind him, a sick feeling filled your stomach. You liked Brett. You couldn’t deny that, but with everything going on, the heat of the moment you shared had scared you.

Someone was after Scott and the rest of the pack, and it seemed like you were moments away from losing everything. You couldn’t let yourself be distracted, no matter how badly you wanted Brett to kiss you again. More importantly, you couldn’t drag him into the middle of the chaos.

With that thought stuck in your mind, you changed into your fresh pajamas and picked up your phone, still charging on your nightstand where you had left it. Then you pulled up Lydia’s contact and started to type.

Something weird just happened.

-----

“So you kissed him?” Lydia asked, smirking from ear to ear as she sat across from you in the library.

“If I say yes will you stop asking me and let me sleep?” you grumbled, still keeping your head firmly buried in your arms.

“I cannot believe you had a steamy late night makeout session and you didn’t even tell me!”

You groaned, and lifted your head up from the table. “I thought the part about me wondering out onto the lacrosse field to find a bunch of giant holes was more important.”

Lydia rolled her eyes. “It’s not like you found a body. I mean, other than Brett’s.”

“Lydia, I swear to god-”

“It might not mean anything,” she pointed out. “Besides, what are we supposed to do? Freak out about every little weird thing that happens in this town?”

“Yes!” you hissed.

She rolled her eyes. “You spend way too much time with Stiles.”

You shot her a pointed glare. “I’m going back to sleep.”

“Or you could use your study hour to be productive…”

“And talking about Brett is productive?”

“Of course. You haven’t dated anyone since freshman year.”

“I think we have bigger things to worry about than who I’m dating.”

“I agree, but what’s so bad about having a little fun before we’re all brutally murdered?”

You simply stared at her, and she sighed. “Okay, maybe this isn’t the time for morbid humor. Still, anything could happen. Don’t you want to be happy while you can?”

You frowned. “It doesn’t matter. I totally blew him off anyway.”

Her green eyes went wide. “You blew off Brett Talbot? Did he try something?”

“No, no,” you insisted, vigorously shaking your head. “It wasn’t like that. He kissed me, and it was amazing. But then I started thinking about everything that’s going on...what if he tries to help and gets hurt?”

“That’s his choice,” Lydia said with a shrug.

“It’s not that simple,” you protested.

“Yes it is,” she insisted. “It’s his life, not yours.”

“I just don’t want him getting hurt. And I don’t need distractions while we’re trying to figure out how to stay alive.”

“I still think you should text him.”

“I don’t even have his number.”

“I bet Liam does.”

“Liam hates Brett, which is another reason I shouldn’t be doing anything with him.”

“Liam is sixteen. He hates everyone.”

“I’m not going to change your mind, am I?”

“Nope,” she said with a bright smile. “And I just might have to do some digging of my own and find out what Brett’s really about.”

“Lydia,” you warned, but she was already scooping up her textbooks and purse. “Where are you going?” “You’ll see,” she called, earning a few angry hushes from the other tables.

You groaned to yourself, wondering why Lydia Martin couldn’t just mind her own business.

-----

The next morning, you rode to school on the back of Scott’s dirt bike, clinging to him tightly. When he had come to pick you up at seven, he must have picked up on something, because he asked if you were okay. He wasn’t just talking about the boot that the doctor had put on your foot yesterday.

“I’m fine.” You smiled and took the helmet he was holding out to you, but if he could tell you were lying, he didn’t say anything.

Scott helped you down after he coasted to a stop in the school parking lot. He was just about to say something when a car pulled up behind you. You both turned as the driver’s side door opened, and Brett hopped out.

He grinned at you as he came around to the passenger door, and opened it, revealing Lydia. She brushed off her skirt and stood up, smiling brightly at you and Scott. “Morning! I ran into Brett last night and he was nice enough to give me a ride this morning.”

Brett’s blue eyes met yours, and it wasn’t until you saw that they were full of mischief that you realized what this was really about. You tried to put a neutral smile back on your face, but it was too late. Brett had already seen the jealousy clouding your expression.

Behind his back, Lydia stared at you pointedly and nodded toward him. Brett broke into a grin at the look on your face, but you were already shoving your borrowed helmet into Scott’s hands. “I’ll meet you here after school.”

“I, uh, okay,” he sputtered, staring at the back of your head in concern as you stalked off, moving as quickly as you could with your sprained ankle.

Brett jogged by him lazily, knowing he was going to catch up to you as you pushed through the crowd of people heading toward the building. Scott looked over at Lydia, who was still standing by Brett’s car, hands clasped together hopefully.

“Oh,” he said suddenly. “So that’s what was wrong with her this morning.”

Farther up on the walkway, Brett reached up to grab your shoulder. “Y/n.”

“Seriously?” you demanded, whirling around to face him.

The flow of students coming behind you split to avoid hitting you and Brett, now at a dead stop on the sidewalk. “Using Lydia to make me jealous? Liam was right. You are a dick.”

Brett’s mouth was open, and he knew he must have looked stupid as he tried to come up with a response. “That’s not-”

“It wasn’t?” you demanded. “Because it sure looked like that’s what you were trying to do. Just because you were pissed that I turned you down-”

“No!” he insisted. “I mean, yes, I was trying to make you jealous. But I wasn’t mad. I was just hurt. I didn’t know what was wrong.”

He looked so guilty and so embarrassed that you almost felt sorry for him. You glanced around at the stares you were getting, and you grabbed his wrist and pulled him around to the side of the school. He blinked in surprise, but stumbled after you as you slowly limped your way around the building.

“You know exactly why I turned you down,” you hissed.

Brett frowned. “No, Y/n, I don’t. I thought you felt something for me. I mean, I’m pretty sure you still do if you’re this jealous…”

When he saw the glare on your face, he held up his hands in surrender. “We were just trying to see if you felt the same way.”

“We?” you demanded.

Brett’s shoulders slumped in shame. “Lydia. She came to lacrosse practice yesterday to see me and told me that she might be able to help me with...with you. But don’t blame her. She was just trying to help me, and I think she thought she was helping you too.”

Your gaze softened. It took a brave person to not throw Lydia under the bus when this was no doubt a scheme she had cooked up all on her own.

“Lydia always thinks she’s helping,” you told him. “She doesn’t think about the consequences. Brett, someone tries to kill us at least once a month. I don’t want to get anyone else caught in the crossfire.”

Brett smiled softly. “I think you’re forgetting about the time assassins tried cut my head off. I’m not afraid of getting hurt.”

“That’s the problem,” you told him, shaking your head. “I know you’re not afraid. But you should be.”

“You’re not afraid,” Brett pointed out.

“I’m terrified,” you said softly. “Not for myself, but for everyone else, including you.”

Brett took a deep breath, and reached out to place his hands on your shoulders. “Y/n, can you stop being a banshee?”

You blinked at him, but his face was completely serious. “No.”

“You can’t,” he agreed. “Just like I can’t stop being a werewolf. We can’t change who or what we are. Someone is always going to come after us. But that doesn’t mean we have to push away the people we care about. That doesn’t mean you have to push me away.”

You were silent. Tears pooled in your eyes as you thought about what he was saying. You had spent so much time fighting, lying to your parents, and pushing them away whenever they showed any interest in your life. It was easier that way, to keep them from prying and discovering the horrors of what you were.

You had applied that to every part of your life, and now you were content to push every new face away in order to protect them. It was a lonely, isolating existence, and if it wasn’t for Lydia running into you at the school pool when you found a body, you probably wouldn’t even know why this was happening.

“I don’t want to push you away, Brett,” you whispered. “But if you get hurt-”

“Hey,” he whispered, reaching up to brush a tear from your cheek. “It would be worth it.”

You shook your head, but you let out a soft laugh. “You might be crazier than Lydia.”

“You’re the crazy one if you think I could forget about you that easily.”

Brett reached out, grabbing one of your hands and tugging you closer. You smiled as he pulled you against him, feeling an excited shiver run through you. His arm wound around your waist, and he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours.

You kissed him back, and this time, you didn’t push him away. In fact, you stayed that way, wrapped in his arms and flush against him, long after the bell for your first class rang.

When you finally made it to History fifteen minutes late, you slid into your seat next to Lydia, still flushed and breathless from the feeling of Brett’s lips on yours.

“I owe you a thank you,” you whispered, ignoring the glare of your displeased teacher.

Lydia smiled. “I figured you would. So you have a date this weekend then?”

You rolled your eyes at her, which told her everything she needed to know. As she glanced out the window, she saw Brett getting back into his car and pulling out of the parking lot. He would show up to his own class late, sauntering in with a smile brighter than yours.

Lydia couldn’t help but feel proud.

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The perfect moment.

So, let´s see what happens in Cathrins first week aboard of the Enterprise. This one connected directly to The joy and burden of a Captain.

It started a few moments before Chris decided to make finally a step forward. I hope you like it. Finally they getting closer!

Leave me a little FB, if you don´t mind. ;)

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"Here for you." I had not really entered the turbolift yet, as Spock already held out to me a PADD. "Good Morning." "Yes, right." He nodded to me. "Good Morning." I smiled, then accepted the PADD. "What's this?" "The plan you wanted." He tapped the display. "This should help you to find your way around, until you know where you find something." "Thanks, that's really nice of you. Then I'll take a look around. "The lift stopped and I got out. "Um." "The pink dot indicates where you are right now." "You bugged me?" I just wanted to protest, but the door closed and left me perplexed. "And why did the dot have to be pink?" Here I was, somewhere between the engine room and the infirmary. My only problem was that there were at least three decks in between, according to plan. I sighed and put my head to the left, then to the right, and decided on the gear that started right in front of me. That cannot be that hard? I wandered off and let myself drift through the corridors of the ship.

I found various recreation rooms, holds, the botany and eventually even the recreational deck and that really knocked me over. There was a gym, with swimming pool, a large common room, various activity rooms and, that was the killer, a park. Complete with fountain, stream and bridge over it. "Insane." As I left the deck, I passed the access to the computer core and then passed the main deck access. There were the offices of senior officers, transporter rooms, and then I felt dizzy. This was a city, not a spaceship. I stepped to a window and looked out into space, rushing past at warp speed. Smiling, I put my hand on the window frame, now I had learned that this was not glass, but transparent aluminum.

"Lady, I didn´t think you would blow me away like that." "If you do that more often, don´t let Dr. Boyd catch you. " I startled and spun around. I was about to get angry, but then I saw who had addressed me. "Chris!" I beamed at him. "I almost forgot how you look like." "Ouch." He smiled as well. "I'm sorry, there's a lot to do and right now I'm enjoying my twenty minute break, before I have to devote myself to a long list of appointments that already suggests that going to bed early today will not come back. " "Twenty minutes?" I gave him a sympathetic look. "How many are left?" "I guess five, maybe seven." He looked at me. "I've spent a while watching you wander around here." "You followed me?" I raised my eyebrow. "If you say it so, it sounds a bit scary." "No, it's kind of cute." "Then I was lucky. Are you going to take a walk with me? "He pointed in the direction I had just come from. "Yes, sure."

He put a hand behind my back and we started walking. It was good to have him with me. Despite the excitement of the last few days, I had missed him terribly. "Are you getting along?" "I'm trying hard." I turned briefly around my own axis. "This ship is gigantic, there is a park here! Did you know that? "He laughed as he listened to me. "I saw people skating there and I was wondering where all the sprained ankles and lacerations came from." "Yeah, I heard about this wondrous place." He nudged me. "I even had the illusion for a while that I could sit there and read on a bench." "Why didn´t it work?" He paused as he stopped in front of a turbolift. "Have you been on the ship for almost five years? "That sounds like a lot of time, I know, but most of the time it was like I was drowsing in the gym and getting into bed after showering." "How mean." I crossed my arms behind my back.

"A suggestion." He came to me again. "We'll meet here tonight and try to eat together? Of course, only if you don´t mind eating around midnight. " "That sounds wonderful." I smiled at him. "If I find the way back again." I pointed briefly in the direction I suspected the deck, he laughed, then reached for my hand and twisted my outstretched index finger in the opposite direction. "Well, I was close." "I'll pick you up." "That sounds even better." I pinched my lips. "Are you asking me for a date?" "What if it were like that?" "Then I would wear something other than my uniform." I rolled my eyes a little. "Sounds good." He raised an eyebrow, then took a step toward me. "Then it's definitely a date. "A broad smile crossed his face. "I've needed long enough, right?" "No, it was just right." I replied. "But I think I need a little tutoring on dates" I put my hands on his chest. "My last date was good 230 years ago. Likely even longer. " "I don´t think so much has changed." He put his arms around me. "It will..." "Captain Pike please on the bridge." His answer was a slightly annoyed growl, then slowly released me. "I have to go." "Never mind." I winked at him. "We have our date. Maybe that will make your day a little easier. " He stepped into the elevator, which was just opening for him again. "What is with you?" "I'm sure Dr. Boyd has some nice little nasties in store for me. "

"I'm sure of that."

I saw him pinch his lips briefly, then he stepped out of the elevator, put his hands to my cheeks, and before I could say anything, he kissed me. I closed my eyes and hoped that moment would last forever, but I knew it wouldn´t. Before I even thought of returning the kiss, he released his lips from mine and smiled at me.

"See you later Cathrin." "See you later Chris." He stepped back and I watched with beating hearts as the doors closed and left me behind.

I didn´t know then that I wouldn´t see him for a few days. I was about to finish my shift in the infirmary when Captain Pike's Yeoman brought me a small card. I thanked him and opened it. Handwritten there was a message from him. "Cathrin, I'm terribly sorry, I will not make it. I'll make it up to you Chris. " Although he denied me, I could hardly be angry at the charming way he had done it. Sighing, I pocketed the card, took my "homework" and went to my quarters. I never threw this card away, for a while it was a mark in the book I read while falling asleep. I remember exactly that he was terribly upset when he found it, not because I still had it, but because he had been so stupid at the time to cancel that date.

++++++

These first days on board the Enterprise flew past me, otherwise I couldn´t say it. Dr. Boyd meant that with his crash curse really deadly. I fell asleep at the end of my shift on the infirmary, slept for a few hours, then ate something and study. Apart from the extremely sophisticated technology for me and the fact that there are not just human patients, not much had changed. The paperwork had actually gotten a little less because the computer was doing some work on its own, but I was overwhelmed with what I where allowed to do. In a few hours we would reach the earth and there would be a lot going on, I was told. There was an official reception for the crew, then everyone had a few days of shore leave and the night before the new mission start there was a ball. I found that the most confusing, maybe Spock later got something that I could pull out of his nose. What I would do with my land vacation, I didn´t know yet. I wanted to see the Starfleet headquarters, as far as I was, the rest… That just scared the hell out of me.

I shook off these thoughts and tried to focus on the lecture I was going through. Around me, there was a mood just like before Christmas. Which I could understand. After a long time they finally saw their families again, for some it would be the last flight with the Enterprise, which would mean that there were soon new people to meet. Someone laughed behind me and after trying once more to tell me that Andorians were born with two instead of one stomach, I gave up and leaned back. The team cafe was probably not the best choice, but I had been a little lonely in my quarters.

I hadn´t seen Chris really since our start almost a week ago. We had met a few times in the hallways and there was that lovely, to short kiss but time to talk was never much. I had to admit that I missed him and that wouldn´t be any better for the next time.

"At least try to look happy." I looked up and faced Number One. She held a tray in her hands and looked at the empty chair next to me. "Please." I made her seat on the table. "Are you alright?" She sat down. "Yes, I was just thinking." I tapped my records. "I wanted to read a bit more before going to my appointment with Dr. Boyd. " "As far as I know, you have no reason to be nervous." She pulled out her fork and began poking her fries. I straightened up. "Do you know something I don´t know?" "Maybe." She started to eat and I spread my arms as she let me hung in the air. "Commander!" "I shouldn´t do that." She sighed. "Dr. Boyd would be mad if I messed up his ride."

"Nonsense, the man is a drama queen. He finds a new reason to explode faster than I can drink my coffee." I leaned against her. "I really need something constructive." "Captain Pike will soon have more time again." She reached for the sauce. "He likes to handle all paperwork and requests before a mission starts. So that he can go on without burden in the new task." "Um, okay, that's good to know, but why are you telling me that?" I raised my eyebrows. "You wanted something constructive." "Yeah." But for once that had not been what I was after, at least for the moment. "But I actually meant in relation to Dr. Boyd and my place in the infirmary." She gave me one of her unfathomable smiles. "I wouldn´t worry about that. Dr. Boyd was at Pike earlier and the captain signed with joy. "I smiled at her. "You are now officially a member of Starfleet Medical Corps." She replied. "In education." "No joke?" "I would never dare." She continued eating. "I'm happy for you." "Thanks." I couldn´t help but grin, which was not the best response given the person who was just entering the room and headed straight for us.

"Ms. Zimmer!" Boyd dropped enthusiastically in the chair to my right. "Just the woman I was looking for." "I would be wary of that statement." I grinned at him and he back. "What gives us the honor?" "Number One, I have wonderful news." Now he smiled at the first officer, then at me again. "However, for my new paramedic in training." "No, honestly?" I did my best to be surprised, but I didn´t succeed, but I didn´t want to give it be beaten yet. "Are you serious?" Quietly, I heard the commander chuckle beside me, that put my already weak performance the killing blow. "Why did you betray it?" Boyd glared at the first officer. "I was so looking forward to do it." "That's my flaw." She shrugged, probably should be an apology. "I knew that." I pricked off a piece of my cake. "And I am honored that you will share your knowledge with me Dr. Boyd." That seemed to soothe him.

"And I'm looking forward to teaching you." He stood up, seemingly expecting me to do so, because he looked at me. "I would like to give you the appropriate documents." "Right now?" I reached for the brownie and bit again, then stood up. "Of course." He nodded. "The next few days are getting too chaotic and if you find time, you have something to read." "How farsighted of you." Number One was still clearly fun, Boyd tried to ignore her. "Okay." I reached for my cup, put the cake in my mouth, chewed hard and swallowed the much too big bite down. "Let's go." I felt the cake crack on in my stomach. "Very good, efficient. Medics eat when there is time. "He started and with a big grin, I threw in the direction of the first officer, I followed him to the infirmary.

"At the time, finishing your class, it raises you to the rank of an officer, which means you'll also have to complete some levels of command training and Starfleet regulations." Now I figured I'd been accompanying Tilly on the Discovery. "I am highly motivated and looking forward to the challenge." "I am glad to hear that." We reached the infirmaries and Boyd started providing me with educational materials, if that were books I needed a wagon to bring them to my quarters, so it was just a PADD and a small box of data carriers. "I will also call you when extraordinary situations arise." "All the time?" I looked at him. "If I am on duty or I think it makes sense, yes." I bit back a sigh. Apprenticeship years are not men's years, my father has always said that. "Okay doctor." I smiled instead. "Of course, you can also cancel and I understand everyone's private life, rest periods are important, but don´t let it become a habit."

"What private life?" I watched as he passed me. "You must not forget that we have time in spite of everything, you must remember that your life expectancy is now many times higher than in your time and eventually there will be more in your lives than running after me." "If you say that." I just realized how quiet it had become. "Not busy today?" "All preparations are already in progress for the arrival on earth. We get new staff and equipment and don´t forget the holiday. " I nodded, the thought of vacation still causing my stomach ache. Spock had sent me the transport coordinates for my home and confronted me with what I wanted to do. Stupid Vulcan, that's what I said to him. "Ms. Zimmer to the bridge, please. "I looked up involuntarily as Pike's voice rang out from the infirmary's Com, then I pressed the talk button. "Here, I'll be right there." Then I looked at Boyd. "Did I do something?" Boyd glanced at one of the screens, then smiled at me. "I think I know what's going on." "OK." "Let's go." He made a movement as if to scare me away. "We are done for today." "See you later." I waved to him, then hurried to follow the captain's orders. I still didn´t belong official to Starfleet, but it was better not to stand in the way of the chain of command.

I reached the turbolift to the bridge, gave my destination and took the few seconds it took to figure out why I should be there. The lift opened and I entered the bridge of the USS Enterprise. Again, the mood was solved and just when I wanted to be a little uncertain around the area, Pike turned to me. "That was fast." He smiled at me. "It sounded somehow urgent." I looked around. "Maybe." He pointed to the screen. "I thought you might want to see this." "Reaching the sol system." "Impulse engines." Pike turned back to the front. "Go under warp." The typical Warp lights in front of the window vanished and disappeared into the starry sky and after we passed a few planets very quickly, I finally saw something that I knew.

I stepped next to the command chair, I didn´t know where else to stand. In front of the Enterprise, Saturn with its rings pasted, then joined by Jupiter. Time and again, spaceships and stations crossed our path, and as we passed Mars, which looked completely different, I felt myself getting nervous. And then I saw it. I had seen pictures, but even the highest resolution photos couldn´t match what was just before my eyes. Blue and sparkling, it floated in space, the earth. I left my place next to Pike and walked a few steps to the screen. I couldn´t see that he was smiling slightly, I was too much attached to what was going on in front of my eyes.

Here, too, scurrying satellites and spaceships, if I hadn´t known that this was the headquarters and heart of the Federation, that sight would have left no doubt, and as if all that had not been overwhelming enough, the most incredible space station I've ever seen pushed itself from the side of the picture. More and more, the familiar blue filled in the window. The perfect moment, I was sure, the more frightened I was by the beeping of the Com, just sounding through the bridge. "We are hailed." "Open ship-wide channel." Pike got up from his chair. "Captain Pike, this is Admiral Johnson of the High Command." "We hear you admiral." "Welcome back, USS Enterprise." I could hear the clapping around me. "Space Dock 1, you're expected in San Francisco in an hour." "Understand High Command, Enterprise end." I still stood there watching now as we turned and headed for the Utopia Planetia, then I could hear footsteps behind me. "Welcome Home." His voice so close to my ear gave me goose bumps all over my body and I glanced back over my shoulder and looked straight into his blue eyes.

I was sure I was beaming from ear to ear, as he beamed at me, as would be the best at this moment that brought the whole crew to dance, that he could give me a pleasure. "Thank you." I just hoped that I didn´t blush. If I had been aware that the entire bridge crew was watching us, the red alarm would probably have faded with envy, but all I could feel was his hand brushing unobtrusively over my back before he turned around and went back to his chair. He took a seat and opened a channel. "This is Captain Pike." He let his gaze wander through the bridge. "We are home again. I wish you a few nice days with your families before we meet again. For those who leave us I have only the best wishes, I thank you for your services, your sacrifices and your dedication. "Then he got up. "I'd like to ask you to remember a minute of those who didn´t come back with us." A silence fell over the bridge, which seized the entire ship and stopped it until Pike spoke again. "May they find peace. Thank you. Pike end. "

Again they clapped and then the crew brought the docking maneuvers behind and then I could experience, how for the first time on this ship something like hectic broke out. The officers put their stations in a kind of stand-by mode, before saying goodbye to the captain and leaving the bridge. I, on the other hand, still couldn´t take my eyes off the earth. It seemed like years ago that I had seen it, but it was only a few months. "See you the evening after tomorrow?" I looked to the side and found myself facing number one. "What is there?" "The ball." She smiled at me. "I would like to introduce you to someone and you will certainly like it." "How should I imagine that?" "Lots of gorgeous, smartly dressed people eating, having fun and dancing." She sighed a little. "That sounds." I raised an eyebrow. "Cheesy." Number One did the same. "Sorry." "No, it's cheesy, but still pretty." She put a hand on my forearm. "I count on you. You need a dress. " "Where should I get a dress?" "Therefore, where you get all your things." She grinned. "There are endless patterns or you design something out for yourselves." "OK." "I'm looking forward to seeing you." Then she released me and waved to Pike.

Outside, a spaceship flew by and drew my attention back to space. I still couldn´t believe what I saw. It was all a crazy dream and at that moment I couldn´t wait for this ship to embark on its mission. "So how long do you want to stand there?" I couldn´t help but smile as Pike stood next to me. "I don´t know how much longer would it be appropriate?" My answer was a buzz and the lights went down.

"This was a hint that it was time to leave." He stepped around me into my field of vision. The sight was not bad either. "Anyway, from the bridge." "Okay." I sighed a little. “We're expected in San Francisco. "He put a hand behind my back and pushed me away from the screen toward the exit. "Do you already know what you do after the reception?" "I'll try not to get lost." I grinned at him. "I've never been to San Francisco before, I can find something." Couldn´t be that hard.

"I have a suggestion." He raised his eyebrows as we made our way to the transporter room. Not only we wanted to go there. The whole crew would beam down. "I'm all ears." I grinned at him. "Or may I guess?" "You'll never get it." Pike laughed a little. "You want to persuade me to go for a spin?" I would have bet a lot that I was right. "I wish it was so." A pitying look hit me. "I have the great pleasure of spending the next few hours in a meeting with other captains and admirals." "Uh, sounds exciting." I tried as encouraging as possible to look. "How long does it take? Because I would need someone to show me the city. "That helped, he giggled a little.

"You don´t believe how tempting that sounds." He sighed again and then looked at me with a look that made my heart beat faster. "And I couldn´t imagine anything better, but I'm afraid that will take forever, especially considering the recent events." "I assume my name will drop a few times as well?" I rolled my eyes. "Would be overdue again." We entered the transporter room and started. "But it's going to be related to being part of my crew now." Pike smiled at me. "Don´t worry, you will leave the planet again with me." "I'll let me ravish to believe you."

I looked forward and the transporter took the last group of people away before Pike and I were the only ones left. Spock and Number One just joined us. "Alright, I cannot get it." I raised my hands as I followed Spock onto the platform. Pike looked up at me from below, then followed me. "Are you telling me?" "I'd rather show it to you." He winked at me, then the transporter grabbed us and brought us to earth. After the transporter jet disappeared, I found myself in sunny San Francisco, a stunning building in the back, the Golden Gate Bridge right in front of me, and the smell of seawater in my nose. "Wow." I took a few steps towards the wall and felt Pike grab my hand and pull me back. I stumbled and he caught me, unnecessarily. "What is?"

"Wrong direction." He smiled happily at me, but didn´t let me go. He looked at me and I caught myself at the thought of kissing him. Here, in front of the entire crew and half the leadership of Starfleet certainly not the best idea, but still a damn enticing. "Turn around." "Okay." I turned and it took me a moment to pick out some familiar faces in the clutter of uniforms and civilians. There they stood change! Tilly, Burnham and other crew members of the Discovery. I turned back to Chris.

"That's not true!" I beamed at him, then hugged him briefly. "Now I'm even more sorry that you have to fumble in this stupid session." I released him, but he didn´t. "I'm allowed to play tomorrow." He laughed and I joined him. "Go and greet all from me." "Thanks, Chris." I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, so close to his lips, as I just considered it appropriate. "I would like to praise it, but that would be undeserved." He chuckled, but kept his thoughts to himself. I let him go, waved him goodbye and then walked over to my friends.

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jawllines · 6 years

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Gang Harry blurb???

oKAY IM SORRY I FELL ASLEEP LAST NIGHT BUT YETH HERE SHE IS, THIS IS WHAT WAS GOING ON IN THE TIME BETWEEN Y/N PASSING OUT IN THE CLUB AND WAKING UP IN THE HOSPITAL IN GANG HARRY!

Harry has never felt such an immense, looming feeling of regret in his life. Like a two ton elephant sat on his chest, suffocating him, keeping him from relaxing at all. Though, even if it hadn’t been his fault, he doesn’t think he’d ever relax. Who could be when they’re rushing their person to the hospital, with a car full of her confused friends wondering what happened as Harry sits in the backseat, gnawing harshly at his lip. He answers none of their questions though, and he won’t for the time being, until he can conjure up a proper story that’s not, “I’m the leader of a gang, and your friend here accidentally got caught up in a ton of shit so now I’m keeping her at my safe house, and she pleaded with me to come out with you guys -- which I was reluctant to let happen in the first place -- but I caved, and we came out, and the man who has a bone to pick with me and subsequently her found her, grabbed hold of her, I saw and beat the shit out of the fucker, but when I turned around she was on the ground.”

That’d surely go over well, wouldn’t it?

So he just kept his mouth shut, letting them theorize as his heart was racing and his chest is twisting with a guilt he’s unable to describe. How could he let this happen? He should have gone with her, walked her to the bathroom despite what it might have looked like. Or better yet, he should have nixed the god damn idea of going out in the first place! But could he really have? That would be fucked -- he couldn’t keep her captive in that way. Couldn’t do that to her, not when she asked so nicely and seemed so excited when he had agreed. But he should have been more careful! God, should have had Grant and Dave scope out the place while Mark kept an eye on Y/N, or just planned it in a way much better than he had.

His thought loop stalls for a moment when they stop outside of bright red EMERGENCY room, and Harry wastes no time in running in. Stops at the front desk, rattles off who he’s here for, and nearly throws a proper fit when they tell him she’s not allowed visitors yet. “What the fuck do you mean she’s not allowed --”

But his phone rings before he can continue, brows furrowed as he stuffs his hand into his pocket to retrieve it, all but smashing it to his ear, “Listen, I don’t have any fucking time for --”

“Harry?” Nick’s voice rings out, “Harry is she okay? Grant called and told me what happened.”

Harry tries desperately to keep his cool, feels the threat of tears prickle at his eyes because despite being his boss, Nick is a few years older and a comforting figure that he can look to often, when things become too much. And right now they're too much -- way too much.

“Fuck, I don’t know Nick,” he walks from the desk, dragging himself to the nook with the vending machines, “I don’t know, she’s -- it’s my fault, innit? She’s never gonna want to see me again.” His voice feels close to wobbling, breathing out a heavy sigh and sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down on it ferociously. Lets his forehead knock against the wall, letting a self-deprecating laugh huff from his chest, “How selfish of me, right? She’s in there unconscious and I’m concerned if she’s ever going to want to see me?” His brows dip in frustration, bumping his head against the wall again, “This is fucked, yeah?”

“Very fucked, Lovie, but listen to me,” he begins, “She’s going to be okay, yeah? Y/N’s a tough girl and a little bonk to the head won’t have her down for the count. And you know she won’t blame you, don’t you? She’ll hear you out.” Harry opens his mouth to tell him that there’s no bleeding way she’s going to even want to hear him speak probably because for all he knows these feelings are completely one-sided. . .Harry has no direct ties to her other than this, there’s no reason for her to want to stay -- but Nick keeps going, “I know you and I know you’re feeling guilt-stricken and think there’s no way she’ll want to speak with you, but if she’s been so understanding up to this point what makes you think she’s going to change tunes when she wakes up?”

Harry twists around, looking along the waiting room and seeing Y/N’s friends all sat in the chairs, looking to him like they’re expecting answers from him and for the first time in a long time Harry has an overwhelming urge to crawl beneath a damn rock. He’s face to face with the roughest, toughest, grizzliest people on a daily but the innocent confusion of his crush’s friend’s faces is enough to have him a damn nervous wreck. “Look, I have to go Nick,” he murmurs, “I’ll message you when I figure out what’s happening.”

He takes one more deep breath, pocketing his phone, straightening out his back and swallowing thickly as he makes his way towards them. They’re just college students. . .stupid college students, who would probably believe whatever bogus story that he fed them and he could only hope they don’t ask too many questions. He’s lied to people before -- has lied to police, to government officials, to opposing gangs and the likes of it. Had he been able to lie to Y/N? No, he hadn’t -- he’d cracked and told her everything at the first word of a question even though she was willing to drop it. So would it be the same with her friends? Did they all carry the same radiating charm that she did? Would he spill an entire load of his story, starting from why him and Y/N were spending so much time together and ending with why his father had pushed this job into his hands in the first place? Would they forbid her from seeing him ever again? Did her friends’ say have enough impact to actually sway her from seeing him?

“Harry,” Greta begins, and he braces himself, “Can I just say, you’re fucking amazing?”

Oh.

Oh?

“Wait, what?” Harry begins, brows dipping in confusion and Greta’s face lights up.

“You fucking rocked him! Right in the face, never seen a guy like that go down with two punches before,” she seems bewildered, giving these eyes that are so similar to Y/N’s -- those wide shocked ones that she gets when something excites her -- and his makes his heart hurt, twisting painfully, “You saved her I bet. She’s always picking fights with people twice her size. Should see her at a frat party when someone gets too handsy; a right devil when she needs to be.”

Adam doesn’t seem as starstruck by what had gone down, looking distraught with glossy eyes swimming with alcohol, popping his bitten nails from his mouth, “Can’t believe someone would just grab her like that. So scary -- m’never taking you lot out to a club again, they’re gross and sticky and have nothing but filth running amuck in there. If you hadn’t been there, I don’t even want to think about what could have happened.”

“Thank you, Harry,” Liam jumps in, “Is what I think they’re trying to say. Thank you for taking care of her.”

This doesn’t make him feel any better. Of course he’s glad that they aren’t trying to dig deeper in what had happened and had settled for Y/N just being a spitfire kind of girl, ready to pick a fight at a moments notice. However, they were thanking him when there was no reason to thank him. He was the one who’d gotten her into the mess, he deserved no thank yous at all.

“I can see why she’s always swooning over you.” Liam then notes and Adam swats him hard in the bicep.

“Shut up! Can’t go around telling her business --”

“But he’s not lying.” Greta notes, and Harry takes the seat from across them, sinking into the uncomfortable fabric chairs.

“Define swooning.” Harry encourages them to continue, his heart sparking, beginning to race.

Liam scoots forward, leaning in, “She’s absolutely head over heels for you,” he tells him, while Greta nods her head in agreement, “Gushes about you whenever she can; goes all starry-eyed when you’re mentioned and tonight -- tonight after seeing you guys together, it just confirmed that she’s gotten struck by cupid’s bow.”

“You feel the same don’t you?” Greta adds, wiggling closer, “You two are so cute together.”

Harry opens his mouth, but he doesn’t have anything to say. Thinks the smile that begins to worm onto his lips might be enough, with a small nod as he agrees. She likes him? Does she? Or are her friends just trying to pawn her off because they thought that she might like him?

He’s not sure of the specifics so he ignores them and decides that this feels too good to question right now.

It looks like there might be more they want to say but a woman walks up with a clipboard, standing before them, says that she’s looking for the group who are here for Y/N and when they all look up she continues, “She’s stable -- there’s no significant damage as of now yet besides a sprained ankle but everything else is fine as of right now.”

“Can we see her?” Harry asks, and the woman looks to him, shaking her head apologetically.

“She’s not awake yet, but visiting hours are over. You’re welcome to wait here but --”

“I’m her husband,” Harry says immediately, standing up, “And I’d like to stay in the room with her until she wakes, if that’s okay.”

She looks at him, brows furrowed, “Sir, I’ll need to see some identification --”

“He is!” Greta nearly shouts, “But Y/N’s new license hasn’t come in yet. All of us went to the wedding. A lovely ceremony, and amazing reception, we all got shit faced and I ended up grinding on his Aunt for the entirety of the Cha Cha slide, sadly -- we have all the pictures of it if you’re interested.”

The nurse still looks skeptical, but she doesn’t care enough to continue any further. “Okay,” she answers, “Follow me.”

And he does -- follows her to Y/N, who is hooked up to an IV with her leg propped up on a few pillows wrapped up in bandages. She looks too small in such a big hospital bed, and his heart wrenches in his chest. Tears beading up in his eyes all over again, as he thanks the nurse and takes his spot besides her. Sits there, wrapped up in all of his guilt, feeling like he’s drowning in it almost, the monitor beeping steadily, in great contrast with the speeding of his heart.

He’s there for a few hours before she begins stirring, a whimper drudging from her chest and he watches as her eyes blink open, looking around her, trying to figure out where she was, “Y/N?” her gaze falls to him, trickling from his face, down to his knuckles, and then a small frown pulls at her mouth, “What’s wrong Baby?”

“Your knuckles,” she answered, her voice all scratchy and deep, reaching for his hand and grazing her thumb over his knuckles that were bruised and bloodied, “You messed ‘em up again. Are you okay?”

Harry’s heart just about bursts.

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zoeykaytesmom · 5 years

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What is Life? (Chapter 9)

@lyssa1385 @sweetsummertime99 @esparza-army @thatesparzacrush @gibbs274 @tropes-and-tales @xemopeachx @jramirezblogs @eclecticdeersuit @barbafan69

December 1995

“Another semester behind us,” Krystal laughed as she and Izzy got ready to go to start their Christmas vacation. Krystal was going to spend the first week in New York since she had never been.

“Only three more to go.”

“You still thinking of applying to law school?”

“Not sure. I mean I know my brother is but we don’t have to do all the same stuff.”

“Speaking of, is he single?”

“He was seeing some girl at Brown. Why?”

“Just wondering,” she shrugged. “Is he off limits?”

“He’s grown and so are you,” she said throwing her hands up.

“So, what are we going to do when we get to New York?”

“First thing you’re gonna want to do is sleep. We won’t land until 8:00. I’m sure my mother is making something ‘special’ for dinner. After that, you’ll want sleep, trust me.”

“Okay, then what about tomorrow?”

“I might be nice and take you to Rockefeller Center but we have to get there early.”

“I’m so excited,” Krystal clapped as she jumped and down.

“And you were only on the drill team?”

“Hush.”

“Come on, we need to get to the airport.”

*********

Izzy was right. Stella had made at least three homemade Italian dishes, salad, bread, and a dessert.

“Ma, you didn’t have to do all of this,” Izzy chuckled as they hugged.

“When was the last time either of you had a decent meal?”

“TGI Friday’s the other night.”

“Elizabeth Machelle.”

“I had ribs, a salad, and a baked potato.”

“You mean you had sour cream with a little potato underneath.”

“Pretty much.

“Junior will you take Krystal’s stuff up to the guestroom so these two can eat, please?”

“No problem,” he said as he smiled at Krystal before heading upstairs.

“Well, come on, you two. Go eat.”

The girls did as they were told and Krystal found out Izzy was right. All she wanted was a shower and to go to sleep after the long flight and all the food she had eaten. Back home, she lived on things like Arby’s, McDonalds, Jack-in-the-Box, Domino’s, Wendy’s, etc. Her parents worked late hours and she rather had family dinners, unless she went to her grandparents.

“So, what do the two of you have planned for Krystal’s first trip to New York?” Tony asked as he sat on his sister’s bed.

“I’m hoping to take her to Rockefeller Center in the morning. She asked about you.”

“Really?” He said with a smirk.

“Tony.”

“What? I can’t have some fun while we’re home?”

“I just don’t want to hear about it. You can come with us tomorrow if you want.”

“I might meet you there. Did Ma tell you I’m registered to take my LSATs this Spring?”

“No. Already?”

“The sooner the better. I’ve done good on the practice exams.”

“Good for you.”

“Have you given any thought…”

“Not yet. We still have a year and a half.”

“Don’t wait until the last minute.”

“I know. Anyways, I want to get on New York time.”

“I’ll take that as a hint,” he laughed. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

********

Krystal, Izzy, and Erin were sitting by the rink after a few rounds, having a cup of hot chocolate, watching the couples and families skate passed them.

“I can’t believe y’all live in New York and you’re not here every Christmas.”

“It gets old after a while,” Erin chuckled.

“I get it. After working at a theme park for most of high school, I would prefer to only stop on Disney property from now on. I mean, that makes Six Flags look like the state fair.”

“You need to bring her back at Spring Break and we could take her to Coney Island.”

“That’s a good idea, Erin. You think your parents would go for it?”

“I can always ask.”

“Can we join you ladies?” Izzy heard her brother’s voice from behind them and Erin whisper, “oh shit”.

Izzy turned to see her brother standing with Rafael.

“Uh…” Izzy couldn’t answer quick enough before her brother and Rafael sat down at their table.

“Hey, Izz,” he said quietly.

“Hey,” she replied without taking her eyes off of her cup.

“You okay?” Erin whispered.

She just slightly nodded.

“Rafael this is my sister’s roommate, Krystal.”

“Nice to meet you,” he told her.

“You girls ready to go back out?” Erin asked.

“Sure,” Izzy said as she stood up. “Come on, Krystal. Let’s see if you can stay up this time.”

The girls left, leaving the guys at the table.

“I told you, Tony,” Rafael said as he shook his head.

“I’m doing my best but if I had told her you were coming, she would’ve changed her plans without telling me.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s been two years.”

“Every letter still been sent back?”

“Birthday card, too. I just…if nothing else I’d like to start over with her.”

“Stay here,” Tony said as he got up and met his sister on the ice.

“You actually brought Rafael here?”

“I bumped into him. He’s supposed to be meeting Eddie and they’re to a Knicks game or something. Will you just talk to him?”

“What could he possibly say…”

“If you weren’t so bullheaded and sent back every letter he’s written you, maybe you’d know what he wants to say.”

“You do know what happened…”

“And I didn’t touch him because you asked me not to. I’ve been pissed off at him, too. Do you not know what happened last spring break?”

“No.”

“Yelina had been cheating on him with Alex.”

“What?” She was so caught off guard, she tripped and fell on the ice, twisting her ankle in the process.

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

Her ankle was killing her.

“Come on, we gotta get this skate off of you,” her brother said as he helped her up.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.”

He helped her sit down and put her leg on the bench seat, next to Rafael. Without thinking, Rafael started untying her skate.

She jerked her leg back really quick. Huge mistake on her end.

“Will you just let me help you?” He hissed.

“Okay,” she relented.

A paramedic came over and looked at her ankle. “You guys need to get an x-ray on this. Could be a sprain, could be worse. It’s swelling pretty fast.”

“Do you have your car, Izz?”

“Uh no, Junior. It’s still back in God’s etch-a-sketch.”

“Let Rafael get a cab and take you to Mercy. I’ll get a hold of Mom and Dad and. I’ll make sure Erin and Krystal get back to Brooklyn, too.”

“Yeah, okay.” She was in too much pain to argue.

*****

“Well, Miss Rossetti, it’s definitely not broken but you do have a severe sprain.”

“Great,” she said as she rolled her eyes.

“I’m gonna give you a prescription for Darvocet, we’ll wrap your ankle, and give you these nice crutches…”

“Crutches? I play basketball for USC.”

“You have a grade two sprain. If you don’t let this heal, you could end up tearing something.”

“Just do what he says, Izz.”

“You’re being awfully bossy for someone…”

“Not here,” he told her sternly.

“As I was saying,” the doctor continued. “You’ll want to keep it elevated and ice on it when possible.”

“Thank you.”

Her ankle was wrapped, Rafael took the prescription from the doctor. He held her rainbow sock and purple Nike as he helped her off the table.

****************

The cab ride back to Bensonhurst was quiet. Half of her wanted to scream, cry, and even punch him for what had happened between them. Then part of her just kept playing Oasis’ song “Don’t Look Back in Anger” in her head. She had almost worn out her CD because of that song in particular back at school.

Stella met them to pay the cab driver and helped her daughter out when they got to their house. She handed Rafael some more money and asked him to go get the Darvocet filled and pick up a few other things for Izzy if he didn’t mind.

“Sure, Stella,” he smiled before closing the cab door and telling him where to go.

Anthony was in the process of bringing Izzy’s stuff down into the den, which was basically his man cave, so she wouldn’t have to try and go upstairs for anything. He had pulled the bed out of the sofa in there, piling the pillows on it and her favorite pink and purple sheet set.

Stella had thrown together a plate of leftovers from the night before and put it in the microwave while she waited on Rafael to return with the small list she had made.

She helped Izzy get into her white pajamas with rainbow polka dots all over them. Sure, they weren’t sexy at all but they were cute and comfortable at least.

About 30 minutes later, he came back and rang the doorbell.

“Since when do you ring my doorbell,” Stella laughed as she opened the door for him.

“Well, I haven’t been around in a while so I…”

“Come in. Thank you so much for doing this for me.”

“Not a problem at all, Stella.”

“Can you do me one last favor?”

“Sure.”

“Take this tray to Izzy in Anthony’s den so she can eat before she takes her pain medicine. Stuff like this always makes her nauseous if she doesn’t eat.”

“Uh…yeah,” he smiled as he picked up the tray and headed in there.

********

“Your mom wants you to eat before you take your pain meds,” he told her as he sat the tray on the folding table.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Yeah, thanks? That’s all you have to say to me?”

“What do you want me to say, Rafael?”

“I didn’t get a thank you for taking you to the emergency room, making sure you got home, going and getting your meds…”

“You honestly think that I’m going to fall over myself after what you did?!”

“You know what…forget it. I am done chasing after ungrateful women. I do everything I can and it’s never good enough.”

“Doing everything you can include taking my virginity and going back to Yelina?”

“I never meant…I wanted to be with you. I told you I loved you. Like Yelina, you didn’t want me until I was with someone else.”

“That’s such bullshit and you know it! I wanted you since the freshman dance.”

“You sure proved that by fixing me up with Lauren and then getting with Antonio!”

“You said you liked her! If you didn’t like me, I at least wanted you to be happy and away from Yelina!”

“Do you know how hard it was for me to tell you I couldn’t talk to you anymore? I wasn’t just losing the person that I loved but my best friend in doing that.”

“You know what? It’s been two years. I’m over it.”

“Yeah, you seem like it.”

“You green-eyed, Cuban prick!”

“We’re gonna go there, you brown-eyed Italian brat!”

“Get out!!!”

“I’m leaving! Don’t worry about sending back another letter or birthday card because I’m done wasting anymore of my time or money.”

“Good! You finally got the fucking hint.”

“You’re just as bad Yelina.”

“I said get out!”

She had gotten off the sofa bed in some more sort of futile attempt to “chase” him out of her house.

“I’m leaving!”

“Have a nice life!”

“Izz…”

“What?!”

Before she could think, her face was in his hands, his lips pressed to hers. She melted instantly, her crutches falling to the floor but she didn’t care as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He picked her up as he continued kissing her as he laid her back on the sofa bed.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered after he broke away from her.

“Me, too.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. It was me. I was being stupid. You were 3,000 miles away and that killed me as it was. Yelina played to that. I’m sorry I said you were just like her. You’ve never been anything like her. You’ve made me laugh, you’ve taken care of me when I’ve needed it. You’ve listened to me.”

“Rafa?”

“I’ve missed that,” he smiled. “What is it, cariño?”

“Kiss me again?”

“Of course.”

“Are you two okay? I heard yelling…oops!!” Stella said, slightly embarrassed.

“Sorry, Ma.”

“I’ll just leave you two alone. Here’s an ice pack for you, Izz.”

“Thanks,” she told her mother with a beet red face.

“Rafael would you add another pillow under her ankle, please?”

“Certainly.”

“Are you hungry?”

“No, ma’am, I’m fine. Thank you.”

“Okay. If you change your mind, you know where everything is,” she told him as she slid the doors back shut.

“I’m sorry I sent back all your letters and cards. What did they say?”

“Just ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again basically,” he kind of laughed quietly.

“One of those was pretty thick.”

“It’s not important anymore. Eat and take your medicine.”

“Okay. Hey?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

“Yeah,” he smiled the crooked smile she had first fell for. “You want me to put a movie in?”

“I think Dad brought my tapes of ‘Welcome Back, Kotter’ down here.”

“Are you for real?”

“You know I love that show and it took me forever to record those.”

“So, tape one then?”

“Please.”

He popped the VHS in the VCR and grabbed the remote. He kicked off his shoes and laid next to her.

“Raf?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for taking care of me today. Not a lot of guys would’ve done that.”

“Well, I have a confession to make.”

“What’s that?”

“Your brother kind of planned for me to come and ‘bump’ into you today. He wanted us to talk.”

“Did he plan on me getting hurt, too?”

“That was just an added bonus,” he teased. “I would’ve help you no matter what. You know me better than that.”

“Sorry to interrupt again but Rafael, I think these pajama bottoms are yours that you left here a few years ago,” Stella said handing him the plaid pants.

“I wondered what happened to these,” he laughed as he took them from her.

“They’ve been in the guestroom dresser since the last time you stayed here. Thought you might want to get comfortable if you’re gonna hang out for a little bit.”

“Thanks.”

“I’ll close my eyes.”

“You’ve seen me with less than my boxers, Izz,” he laughed as he took off the gray Polo shirt we was wearing leaving only white undershirt. He took off his jeans, pulled on the plaid cotton pants before crawling up next to her again. “I never regretted that, you know.”

“You told me.”

“I want you to really know that. You were the one I wanted to do that with. No one else. Why are you laughing?”

“What is with your socks?”

“You with the rainbow toe socks from the 70s are laughing about my white socks with blue polka dots?”

“Sorry, I might be getting a little high.”

“Trying to have a serious moment and you have to ruin it.”

“I never regretted it either.”

“Even after…”

“Well, maybe a few times but when it comes down to it, no…never. You want the rest of my lasagna? I can’t finish all this.”

“As if you had to ask. Look, I don’t know what’s going to happen. I just want to spend time with you while we’re on break. So, can we be friends again?”

“Do you kiss all your friends like that?”

“I’m glad you said something. I better make sure I give Tony his when he gets back.”

The Darvocet she had taken made her laugh harder than she probably should’ve but it was funny.

“Just you,” he smiled once he stopped laughing. “We don’t have to though…”

“Let’s just see how things go. I mean, I’m gonna be laid up for most of Christmas break. Yay for me.”

“Fair enough. Now, give me that plate.”

#rafaelbarba fanfic AU ifyoudon'tlikeitdon'treadit lawandorder:SVU rafaelbarba/oc

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sumeshi-t · 6 years

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Notes: this was for @writinginstability‘s 500 and 1k writing challenge (yep im that anon. and for the 1k wc i’m sorry i forgot to send in an ask about it). uuughghhhh idk how i feel about this i’m hella dumb at writing, hence why it is titled this way; and this was my fourth try at writing the story but that’s it. leaving this crap out here so yeah. :----) **also i edited it because i realized i left something out??? like seriously all I had to do was copy and paste this from word i can’t believe??? i’m so ashamed pls forgive me

Pairing: deviant!Connor x reader

Word count: 2671

Prompt: Bliss (from the 500wc) | “I guess this is all I have left of you.” (from the 1kwc)

Today was a special day... at least, for Connor.

A certain RK800 began with slow, calculated steps up the porch, each piece of wood creaking loudly beneath every step he took. Somehow, deep inside he still recognized this emotion and associated it with fear and anxiety; what he was about to do would not only surprise you but more so, himself.

But he couldn't help it; couldn't help falling for you. You treated him differently... in a good way, in the best way, that he still thinks he never really deserved it.

Soon after Connor became a deviant, you were kind enough to offer him a place to stay in, since Hank was acting like a spoiled kid, refusing to share his house, followed by a lame excuse saying that he didn't want to babysit a plastic cop. (Though everybody knew that if Connor, or basically anyone else insisted, their situation would have been the other way around).

He finds himself smiling softly, a small and faint, "I'm home," escaping through his lips. Connor raised a hand to rest it on the door knob to check if it were locked. Lucky for him, it seems you still weren't home.

And no, he did not jump in through the windows because you gave him his own keys.

Connor picks up on the post-it note that you left on the wall as he entered, that you were "getting some paint stuff from Markus because he lost a bet".

Sure, Connor never stopped working for the DPD, but he was also a key into aiding Jericho's success. Somehow, you asked to tag alongside Connor when they had to discuss some matters, so you got to meet and be acquainted with its leader. It just turned out that he used to be the Carl Manfred's android. You were a fan of the man's artworks, and somehow you found yourself a friend in the android with... heterochromia. (But once Markus had told you that part of his story, you garnered respect for the reason behind his differently colored eyes.)

Connor immediately went to the bedroom, and if he had real functioning lungs, he was sure he'd have air get caught in it. 'Maybe she left the note a day ago.' He thinks to himself, and sighs. The case he was currently working on took away lots of his time from you.

It would seem that it was one of your off days from your work, and you promised yourself to take a sleep in.

Connor reaches out to place his hand on your face, and rub his thumb across your soft cheek. If he could, he would've gulped. The lines on your face told Connor you weren't getting younger, nor stronger, each passing day.

He shook off those thoughts from his mind and let you be, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest as you lied peacefully by his side. He left the precinct after Hank went ahead after midnight. So he was sure the lieutenant was also going to be late, or worse, not go to the DPD at all; so why not let him, the android with his own rights, be late too? Or even better, skip work that day?

He missed you, is that not enough of a reason to file a leave?

Your mouth parted slightly in your slumber, and he especially liked it that you were wearing one of his clothes, slightly loose and hanging off your shoulders on one side, your scent lingering on them even after you remove it.

One of his hands trace the outline of your face, brushing away the few strands of hair that blocked you from his view, and some of it were beginning to gray. His eyes traveled through each one of the lines and creases on your face, and Connor made sure to take them in to memory.

You stirred, before pulling your body closer to his. Connor smiles, his thirium pump accelerating, and still he wonders how you seem to make him feel that way each time spent with you. Were you secretly an android programmed to do that to him?

Silly, he knows that you're nothing like his kind.

You were so much more, to an android like him.

His hand slides down to the curves of your body, and stops by your waist, hand resting at the small of your back. Five minutes more, he says to himself, and then he's gonna wake you up.

You groaned when light penetrated through the windows after Connor manipulated the blinds open. He chuckled a bit at your grumpy mood before he littered your face with butterfly kisses, and you just couldn't be pissed at him, brown eyes so intent on your own, like two cups of hot chocolate on a cold winter day.

Your face flushed as you soon smiled, red blood pulsing through your veins that contrasted his blue, blue thirium pumping through his system.

"Hey? Connor?" He still didn't respond, and you smirked slightly. "Cat got your tongue?" You chuckled, and this broke him from his trance. Despite his internal dictionary, and thousands of sources of words, he cursed himself for being so speechless when it comes to you. "It's called art appreciation, I just couldn't help it."

The compliment then made you blush, and your heart beat faster. Shit, since when did he become that smooth? This time, it was Connor's turn to smirk, not needing to run a scan on your vitals to be certain that he made you feel butterflies go crazy in your stomach.

His level of stress lessened at that, and it even gave him a bit of confidence.

Connor always listens to you, as you tell him about your day that was spent without him.

"I waited for you last night, but I fell asleep..."

Your android looks at you apologetically, and this prompted you to pull him in for a kiss.

"Guess what I found in the attic? It still works,"

You twisted a bit, after rubbing sleep off your eyes; reaching for something on the floor. You told him you spent the rest of the night before, tinkering on an old polaroid camera.

Connor sees you snap your head up in his direction, as he probably called out to your name in confusion.

You grin, Connor sees your figure sit up, holding the camera with one hand while the other grabs him by the arm and forced him to do the same on the bed. Your finger pointed towards the camera lens while you rest your head on his chest.

Connor blinks a few times after the flash of light, then you both waited for the film to develop, just in each other's arms. You raise your hand up, asking him to put his palm against yours. You once saw Markus and North do that same thing and it intrigued you. Somehow, you could even call yourself jealous because androids have such a way to connect with each other. "Do the thing," you whisper, and Connor instantly understood what you were referring to.

You could see his real, plastic self, and you could never get tired of being in awe at him. You interlaced your fingers with his and kissed the top of his hand. "I should be the one to do that." he tries teasing you, but you both knew how much he loved it, loved you even more every time you did that.

"...I wish we could stay like this for much longer,"

Connor's LED turned yellow, then quickly turns back to blue, careful not to alert you of his hidden worries. Although you were probably referring to him having to go to work, butfor the android it's about humans and their lifespan.

Connor learned and witnessed it through so many ways that humans are quite fragile: when you ran to chase after Sumo and fell, spraining your ankle; when he gripped your hips too hard on one heated night, leaving bruises; heck, even paper can cut a human's skin.

That's why he always made you his mission after becoming a deviant.

After the photo was developed, you hand it over to him, and he in turn, reaches for the book he has yet to finish due to his busy job. Connor has vowed to use the photo as his own bookmark.

"I have decided not to go to the DPD today; I'm sure Captain Fowler wouldn't mind."

You snort, "Sure he won't. Just hope that Hank gets in or else you both are gonna get your ears blown off the next day,"

"I need to make sure that you don't miss me too much." He gets hit on his chest and you suddenly get out of bed. He watches you go, but he stays behind as he digs for something inside his suit, then plays with it as though it were one of his little coins.

^Software Instability

Connor offers to cook breakfast for you, proceeding to carry out the first part of his plan to spoil you.

"I sense something today; you're being too sweet. Not saying I don't like it, but I wonder what's in that android brain of yours?" You tell him before taking a first bite into your favorite morning meal. Connor did his best to remain composed at you having caught onto him again.

Soon after, you both staggered, dancing to your favorite song on the way to the back door, one where it led to the garden you'd spent hours beautifying, tending to each plant while your android lover watched over.

There also stood a bench, situated before a tree that was there ever since you were but a child. One of you hit a foot on that bench's leg, losing balance and hitting the ground, limbs tangled with each other.

Your laugh sounded so refreshing and Connor couldn't help but join you in it. From behind you, he found the source of that little mishap, the colors of which were now dull and faded.

You made your way to the tree to get some shade, and sat there, leaning on the trunk. You pat the space beside you and Connor follows.

"You're really going extra on me today. What's up? Just tell me already,"

"I guess this is all I have..." he paused, his hand cupping your cheek, and the other reaching for something in his suit. You lean into his hand with a serene smile on your face, feeling his warmth spread across your skin. Connor returns the smile with one of his own, albeit shy and hesitant, and eventually shows you the small, simple ring he's gotten for you. You gasp at it, and tears brimming your eyes as you simply nod your head, unable to form any words out your mouth.

You felt a tear drop to your cheek as Connor leans down to gently place a kiss on your temple.

Once he pulls away, the edges around his vision began to blur, static filling in at steady intervals.

But he wasn't afraid.

Instead, his smile grew wider, another tear rolling down his cheek.

"...all I have left of you."

Connor continues his previous statement that he simply whispers to himself. He takes another look around him and what his current reality truly was.

The ring in his hand was no more, and instead was just one of his quarters. Connor gripped on it before he returns the coin back inside his pocket.

His head shot up and saw the garden you worked so hard on, was now nothing but a bunch of weeds; old, withered, cold and dead. Connor tried to tend to it but after your passing, the android couldn't bear to return and be reminded each day that he wasn't really a human; because he could not age and therefore, would not die. He found that unfair, you were unfair for being human and for making him feel like a human.

Truthfully, there were a few times he wished he had never gone deviant. Maybe he never would have suffered the pain of losing someone dear to him; of grieving over someone who has given his life, his existence, a whole new meaning; someone that he...

...loves.

But it would've been more painful to never have had the chance to experience such a powerful emotion. It would be more painful to never have had the chance to be with you.

Despite his memory cache glitching, making him see you from your youthful self to the you with white hair and wrinkled skin, Connor would never forget the way your eyes used to shine. Those eyes that never aged, eyes that gave him warmth, that ignited a spark within him and made him happy that he was alive.

Warnings about his system shutting down in a few seconds bombarded him, but he couldn't care less. He's been around far too long enough and Connor even wondered why he stayed.

A world without you was not a world he wants to further live in.

It's been years and Connor only wanted nothing more than to be with you again.

"Connor, where will you go?" Your voice was now muffled in his hearing, but the android continued trying to process one of the last pieces he's had of you.

Connor looks at you once more, and back then he didn't have anything to answer you with. But now, he was sure of it.

"Where else but to you?"

He once said that there could hardly be any heaven for androids. However, as his system collapses, Connor swore he could really feel your hand on the side of his face, lowering it to your level.

Connor faintly feels your lips brush against where he knows his LED would be. He caught a glimpse of you, and everything felt so real, he was sure that you were truly there with him; alive and healthy just as you were years ago.

"I love you Connor. No matter what people still say, I never loved any other human or android the same way as I loved you. Always remember that,"

He tried reaching out to finally kiss your lips but his vision blackens out, and all he could see were warnings about his biocomponents and the amount of time he has left before shutdown. Connor could even feel his thirium pump decelerating.

Your android couldn't be happier.

"And I never forgot. I can't wait to see you again, love," his voice didn't sound like his own, like a typical machine losing power.

Connor leans back on the tree, looking up at the sky streaked with pastel colors that were being reflected on his lenses. However, he could no longer see the beauty it held. You were the last masterpiece that he saw and for him, nothing would ever outshine your beauty.

He was ready now. Connor still couldn't believe he'd survived being alone for such a long time without you in his life.

Five seconds. His eyes flutter close, the wind weaving through the loose strands of his hair.

Three seconds. Two. Connor's lips move, feeling your name escape through him as his last 'breath', the sound of it going on deaf ears and carried away by the wind.

One.

[ REC0NS?¿RUCT CO¿?PL3TE ]

Connor's head slightly bows, then tilts to the side, the blue LED flickering once before it shut off completely.

The autumn breeze makes the leaves fall all around him, making the whole scenario nothing but peaceful. It was as if Connor was just in a state of permanent sleep, eternally dreaming, reunited with you in his quaint version of heaven, a garden he used to tell you of but never got to see and recreated it in your own little way.

If one were to take a closer look, the android that was once regarded as a deviant hunter, held a smile of pure bliss that would forever be etched onto his plastic features.

#writinginstability500 #writinginstability1kwc #connor x reader #rk800 x reader #detroit become human #connor #rk800 #writinginstability #lol i tried #i know this succs 100% i assure u #utter crap #<3 #nonetheless it was fun #shut up self

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ilikeyouxactually · 5 years

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Do you mean a shyland prompt as in a fic or? Bc if you are , can you just Write like a Cute fluff!fic where Ryland has like sprained his ankle or something and Shane is helping Him Walk and idk just a Cute hurt!comfort fic? I love you!

Ahhhhh holy fuck this is so cute and I love it!! I love you too, anon! Please enjoy :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16688581

I’m Here For You

Summary: Ryland accidentally gets hurt and Shane takes care of him.Or, during some drunken dancing, Ryland twists his ankle so Shane takes care of him and comforts him.

Shane and Ryland were never the type to frequently drink. Yeah, they would keep some of their favorite liquors on hand at all time, but it was in case they decided last minute they wanted to celebrate, or just unwind. Every once in a while if they were taking a break from real life, they’d have a couple drinks and just enjoy each other’s company without having to worry about anything else—and they loved that. Just the two of them in the universe with no other worries to bring them down. Shane had just finished all of his filming and editing for the week and was absolutely done. His eyes were actually twitching from staring at his computer screen for so long. Ryland was on the couch, scrolling on Instagram when Shane emerged from his office looking completely spent. His hair was going in a million directions, the stubble on his face was looking extra stubbly, and the circles under his eyes would make anyone suspect he hadn’t slept in weeks—which wasn’t entirely wrong. “We’re drinking tonight,” rolled off Shane’s lips as he strolled right past Ryland into the kitchen to grab his trusty bottle of Patron. Making his way back to the living room, Ryland just raised an eyebrow at him in response.“Yeah?”“Yeah,” Shane popped the top off the bottle before taking a big swig of the tequila, face scrunching as the alcohol burned his throat going down. Without skipping a beat, he flicked some music on the TV before flopping down onto the couch, offering the bottle to Ryland. The other man didn’t hesitate or question his boyfriend, tonight they were going to let loose. Ryland followed his boyfriend’s actions, drinking directly from the bottle. He couldn’t help but shiver as the liquid made it’s way down his throat—stinging the whole way.“God, that never gets any easier—well, except for when you’re already drunk. Then it’s pretty easy,” Ryland shrugged, turning the music on the TV up. Shane chuckled, grabbing the bottle for his second shot. He sat back watching as his boyfriend got up and started dancing to the music, not minding to just sit back and watch. The thought of dancing—in theory—was good. It was fun, especially when you were doing it with someone you liked. But Shane’s childhood and horrible self-image made it very uncomfortable. Ryland moved so effortlessly in time with the music, and fuck his body looked perfect the way it swayed and twirled.

Ryland stepped over to Shane, shimmying his shoulders as he snatched the tequila bottle, gulping down his second shot. “Why don’t you dance with me!” Ryland practically yelled over the music. Shane was already starting to feel the buzz of the alcohol, his head just starting to spin. A warmth rushed over his body, starting at his fingers and going all the way to his toes. Ryland was clearly starting to feel the effects of the tequila. He had a tendency of dancing more risqué when he was drunk, Shane noticed—with no complaints. Fuck it, Shane thought, dragging himself off the couch. Tove Lo’s “Talking Body” started blasting through the speakers and Ryland couldn’t help the scream of excitement that came out of his mouth. He all but threw the bottle back at Shane to resume to his dance floor in front of the couch. He twirled around in circles, swaying his hips in time with the beat. Shane watched in amusement, belting out the lyrics as his boyfriend dropped to the floor several times, hands raised above his head. Shane bit his lip watching the way Ryland moved. Unable to stand the distance between them, Shane diminished it quickly, grabbing his hips and swaying to the beat. The other beamed at Shane, biting back a smile as he quickly turned in Shane’s grip to playfully grind his ass against his boyfriend.

Now if we’re talking bodyYou got a perfect one so put it on meSwear it won’t take you long If you love me rightWe fuck for life, on and on and on

Ryland was just about to work his way into a spin when his foot got caught on one of Uno’s chew toys. His foot colliding with the soft material of the toy made him lose his balance. Before Shane could comprehend and grab him to prevent the fall, Ryland slipped on the wood floor—crashing hard.“Fuck!” He belted, grabbing his ankle as if to make sure it were still attached. Shane dropped to his knees, meeting Ryland on the floor.“Shit are you okay?!”“I think—I think I twisted my ankle…” Ryland choked out the words, biting back the tears as the pain started ripping through him. Shane panicked, giving his boyfriend a quick kiss to the forehead as he bolted up from the floor in desperate search of his phone.“Stay there! I’m getting an Uber!” Shane ran to the kitchen, pacing frantically as he set up the arrangements for Ryland to be brought to the hospital. Ryland did all he could to not laugh—because really, where would he be going right now—but also feeling extremely grateful that his boyfriend was so quick to help him and be there for him. Shane rushed back to the living room moments later, bag of frozen veggies in hand, words were flying from him lips but Ryland barely understood. Something about them being on their way. He would be lying if he said his head wasn’t spinning, too. Before he knew it, Shane was wrapping his arm’s around his frame, lifting him from the floor bridal-style and bringing him to the couch. “Don’t worry baby… you’re gonna be okay,” Shane placed the frozen peas on Ryland’s ankle, the other man instantly letting out a wince. He offered Shane a weak smile, reaching out to hold his hand as they waited for the Uber.

***The next morning, Ryland awoke in Shane’s protective arms, his boyfriend already awake and watching him with a worried look. He attempted to blink himself awake, rubbing his eyes as he tried to wipe away the sleep. Glancing down to his feet, he noticed his ankle was wrapped in medical cloth. A sigh escaped his lips as he nuzzled into Shane’s chest.“Hey, morning,” Shane cooed, placing a gentle kiss to Ryland’s head. The other grumbled in response. “How are you feeling?”“Sore.” Ryland rubbed his head, trying to piece together what even happened last night.“You slipped and fell on one of Uno’s toys,” Shane explained as if he had read Ryland’s mind, “I called for an Uber to get you to the hospital because we had been drinking. It’s not too serious—just a sprain. The doctor wrapped you up in the bandage and prescribed you some pain meds,” he grabbed the bottle from the nightstand table to show Ryland. “Try to stay off it as much as you can, and ice it as often as you need to,” Shane recited the instructions the doctor had given him. Ryland sighed once again. Had Shane actually carried him upstairs and into bed last night? He nuzzled deeper into Shane.“Thank you.”“For what?” Shane was puzzled, he hadn’t done anything.“For caring for me the way you do.” Ryland pressed a gentle kiss to Shane’s cheek. “Now, how about you help me downstairs so we can grab some breakfast? I need to take these pills with food, and I definitely need one right about now.” He groaned, pushing himself to sit up. Shane maneuvered Ryland’s arm around his neck, helping the man out of bed. They took slow, careful steps so Ryland could limp at his own pace without putting any extra pressure on his ankle. Everything was fine until they got to the stairs. Ryland stopped dead in his tracks and gulped. The spiral staircase was one of Ryland’s favorite parts of Shane’s home. Ever since he was a kid, he always loved them. He would fantasize about being a grown up, being able to walk down spiral stairs early in the morning in a robe and not have a single thing to worry about. In ways, he was living his childhood dream. His favorite thing to do was to waltz down the stairs wearing Shane’s oversized fluffy robe and sunglasses, acting like the Queen herself—just to hear Shane’s laugh.But now, with a busted ankle, this staircase was fucking terrifying. All those steps. What if he fell again? He was lucky that he only sprained his ankle, but the pain from that was almost too much. He couldn’t imagine actually breaking it. It must’ve been the sweat beading down his face, his skin going ghost-white, or how he actually stopped breathing that made Shane think he might be nervous. Without a word or second thought, Shane swooped Ryland up in his arms and carried him down the stairs. A gasp slipped through Ryland’s lips as he tightened his grip around Shane’s neck. Sometimes he actually forgot how strong Shane was. And right now, being held tightly against Shane’s chest, and feeling those arms around hm,, Ryland thought he might swoon. A rosy red crept up Ryland’s cheek, making Shane giggle.“You are so freaking adorable, you know that right?” Shane pressed a gentle kiss to Ryland’s jaw. As they neared the bottom of the stairs, Ryland couldn’t help but feel overcome with gratitude for his sweet boyfriend and how loving he was. Not only did Shane actually panic last night when Ryland got hurt, proceed to make immediate arrangements for them to get to the hospital and acknowledge that neither were in a state to drive, but then totally cater to Ryland’s needs and help him in every way possible.“Do you even realize how amazing you are, Shane Dawson?” Ryland hummed, carefully slipping out of Shane’s hold when they reached the last step. Shane blushed as he set Ryland down with ease, making sure to keep all weight off his bad ankle.“I’m not amazing—I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to take care of you. Scratch that, that makes it sound like a chore—I want to take care of you because I love you.” Ryland beamed at the older man, pulling Shane’s face down to his to crash their lips together, making the other hum in delight. Shane pulled away, helping Ryland over to the dining room table. “Wait here, I’ll get us some breakfast—and some water for you to take that medication with.” Before Shane could walk off, Ryland grabbed his arm, pulling him back in for another kiss.“Seriously Shane, thank you.” Ryland held Shane’s face in between his hands, staring deeply into those gorgeous, familiar blue eyes. “I love you, okay? I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” Shane gave Ryland’s hand a loving squeeze. And he meant it. Last night when Ryland got hurt, he was terrified. Seeing him in pain, tore him apart and actually made his heart hurt—and it wasn’t just the burning of the alcohol in his chest. As long as Ryland would have him, Shane would always be there to care for and protect him. He only hoped it could be forever.

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A Fully Unfunctional Human

Summary: It has been one hell of a semester. After all, 27 Student Health/ER visits between four people in four months is nothing to sneeze at. Just make sure to use a tissue if you do.

Word count: 2001

Note: So, because the whole situation was so hilarious, I decided to write out what happened to me and my roommates last semester. Yes, the timeline is accurate (although the conversations aren’t, sorry my memory sucks.) And if you remember some of my posts from last April, you will recognize some of these events. Enjoy!

“Frick!” Virgil grabbed at his left wrist, pulling away from his laptop.

One of his roommates shot his head up from the book he was reading while curled up on the couch. “Are you okay, Virgil?” Patton asked.

“I'm fine,” Virgil grimaced, rolling his wrist and trying to ignore the shooting pain.

“You've been complaining about your wrist all day,” Logan stepped out of his and Roman’s bedroom into their living room. “Are you sure you don't want to go to Student Health?”

Virgil glanced down at the clock on his laptop, “They closed 10 minutes ago. If my wrist is still bothering me, I'll go on Monday. I don't have class till 11 anyway.”

“And what about tonight?” Logan asked. When Virgil didn't answer, Logan sighed, “At least let me wrap it. I don't want you going out tonight with it in that much pain.”

“It's just a bake sale,” Virgil groaned, but followed Logan back into his bedroom and let his wrist be wrapped.

In hindsight, Virgil was grateful for the wrap and had Logan and Roman help him the rest of the weekend. It certainly helped carry things while setting up and taking down the bake sale his theatre troupe was held during intermission of their current musical. But he was so grateful when it closed and Monday came around. Carpel tunnel. Early onset, but years of sprained wrists from falling and hours of tech prepping for the musical finally caught up to him. If only it ended there.

That afternoon, Virgil was curled up on the couch this time, avoiding his homework as it hurt to use his computer while scrolling away on his phone. Roman walked in through the front door, tapping on his own phone while loudly saying, “Okay, I have about 45 minutes until I have to pick up my kids. I don't have a show tonight, but I might be going out to Harley’s with Logan. Did you go to student health?”

Virgil held up his left wrist showing off his brand-new wrist brace. “They say it is early onset so I should be able to take it off in a few weeks. But I need to take it easy.”

“Is that through finals?” Roman asked.

Virgil shook his head, “Just dead week. But I can't type right now unless I pluck like a chicken at the keys and I still have a paper to finish.”

“Yikes,” Roman glances back at his phone. “I'm going to take a speed nap. See you soon, doll.”

Virgil gave a wave as he looked back down at his phone. But not two minutes later, there was a loud thud from the back bedroom and accompanied by a cry of pain. Virgil leapt off the couch and ran back into the bedroom to find Roman laying on the floor squinting at the ceiling. “What happened?” Virgil asked, slightly panicked as he crouched down next to him.

“I fell off the bed,” Roman gasped as he started to push himself up, propping himself up on the desk behind him. Virgil looked up at Roman’s bed, the top of the bunks. Roman gasped again, his face twisting in pain as he grabbed at his right leg. “Where is my phone?” he finally whimpered.

Virgil hopped up and grabbed the phone from where it had been placed on Roman’s bed. Roman called a number as another figure appeared in the bedroom doorway. “Are you okay?” Brian asked. “I heard one very loud thud and a bunch of little thuds from my apartment downstairs.”

“Roman fell off the bed and hurt his foot,” Virgil explained, standing back up.

“Ankle,” Roman clarified with a grimace before the person he was calling answered. “Logan!”

“Roman? What happened?” Logan crackled over the poor connection, the sound of a dog barking in the distance.

“I fell. I think I need to go see the doctor. But that isn’t important. I need to pick up my kids and I don’t think I can drive and they know you,” Roman suddenly cut himself off, looking up at Virgil. “Can you drive? Like I know you can, but can you drive my van?”

Virgil faltered for a minute before softly answering, “Yeah. No problem.”

“Okay, nevermind!” Roman tried to sound cheerful. “Virgil will go with me and drive. And then we’ll go to the hospital.”

“Okay, okay,” Logan said. “You need to call your mom unless you have already. She isn’t going to be happy.”

Roman laughed, “I know. Bye doll.” Logan muttered a bye before Roman hung up and looked up at Virgil, “Care lending a hand?” Virgil helped Roman to his feet.

“Can I help?” Brian asked, inching towards the door.

Virgil shook his head and Brian left while the two very slowly made it down the stairs. It was quite a feat considering they lived three floors up with no elevators and Roman was five inches taller than Virgil, but they somehow made it out to the van. Virgil started it up while Roman called his mom and explained the situation. “You’re what?” Roman asked holding out a hand to stop Virgil from shifting out of park. “Okay, fifteen minutes? See you then.” Roman hanged up and leaned back in his seat. “My mom happened to come to town this afternoon. She’ll help me pick up the kids and take me to the hospital.”

“Oh,” Virgil said, turning the van back off. “Can I help you with anything else?”

Roman shook his head, looking down at his rapidly swelling ankle, “Thanks, buddy. I’ll see you later tonight.”

“Yeah, be safe,” Virgil said, leaving the van while Roman chuckled. He looked back at the van halfway to the house, before turning and walking back inside.

“I can’t believe he is still performing,” Logan muttered while he handed their tickets over. “I guess not even fracturing his ankle will stop that idiot from performing.”

“Well, they did pull him from all the dance scenes,” Patton pointed out, trying to stay cheerful.

“I know, but he should have backed out. He isn’t even playing a main character this time around,” Logan groaned as they walked into the theatre. The three had bought tickets to go see Roman’s performance with the community theatre troupe. Roman had joined that show while Virgil was working tech on their school’s performance of a different show. Which led to some confusion in the apartment while they overlapped.

But Logan’s point was quickly proven as they watched the show. Every time Roman was on stage, his face was pulled into a barely concealed grimace and in some scenes, you could actively see him limping. By the time the three went backstage to check on him after the show, even optimistic Patton was concerned.

“Who are you?” one of the other cast members asked, vaguely recognizing Virgil and Logan, but not enough to place them.

“We’re Roman’s roommates,” Logan explained, trying to keep a smile on his face.

“Oh,” the cast member crossed his arms, a faint smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “Why did none of you catch him when he fell?”

“Well, we weren’t home,” Logan gestured between Patton and himself.

When the cast member looked over at Virgil, he just lifted up his left hand, showing off his own brace. “Well, aren’t you guys just a mess?” he laughed.

“We’re trying,” Logan laughed, but much more nervously. At that moment, Roman limped into the room, collapsing in the chair next to Logan, and snatching up his leg brace. Logan waited until the cast member left before asking, “Are you going to keep performing?”

“Yes,” Roman said, determinedly while pulling on the straps. “I only have four more shows. I’ll be fine.” Logan made a noise of disagreement but didn’t say anything else. “I’m going to stay at my parents tonight,” Roman added. “Don’t let that darn dog squish you.”

“Okay,” Logan sighed, looking down at his hands. “We better get going. I still have to drop these two off at home before driving out there.”

When Virgil got out of class on Thursday, he nearly dropped his phone in shock at the large number of text messages in his apartment group chat, mainly between Logan and Roman. He quickly scanned them as he ran home, out of breath before he even crossed the deathtrap of a road in front of his house. Upstairs, he found Logan sitting on the couch, his left leg propped up on the coffee table with an ice pack on it. “What happened?” he asked, dropping his backpack in the doorway as Patton walked in behind him.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t fracture it,” Logan sighed. “Just a sprain. Thomas took me to the doctor already.”

“Did I read the text correctly?” Patton asked, looking back down at his own phone.

“Yup,” Logan grimaced. “Fell down some stairs. And you two were in class and Roman certainly couldn’t come to get me. So Thomas and Remy did.” Logan looked up at Virgil, “I still don’t know how you managed to get up and keep walking after you fell down the stairs in February and last November.”

“I didn’t sprain my ankle in February, just scratched up my knee. And all I knew in November is I still had work to do before poor Valerie could come to pick me up and I was alone in the building,” Virgil explained, keeping his voice low.

Logan sighed, looking back down at his ankle. “Wait,” Patton suddenly said. “Between the three of you, you make almost a fully unfunctional human.”

“That leaves you, Pat,” Virgil said.

Patton looked down at his right wrist and whispered in a horrified whisper, “Oh no!”

Really, it shouldn’t have surprised them. And it almost didn’t. Especially after Patton negated going to swing dance on Sunday night to go to sleep early. Something he hadn’t done all year. He loved swing so much that he kept going despite his body’s aches and pains. But he decided to sleep early that night. And the next morning, he stumbled out of his and Virgil’s bedroom, nose running and throat croaky and asked Logan if he could drive him to Student Health. Logan was already going so that Roman could get a bigger brace as the one he had wasn’t nearly tall enough. But the four piled into the car and started off, Roman awkwardly stretched across the back seat with Patton curled up in a ball beside him.

“What visit does this make?” Virgil asked as they pulled out of the parking lot.

Logan furrowed his brow as he thought, “I think, keeping both Roman and Patton separate, this is trip 26 and 27 to either Student Health or the ER for one of us four.”

“This school year?” Virgil asked.

Roman laughed, “This semester.”

“Jeez,” Virgil said. “I know I’ve only been twice.”

“This is my first,” Patton spoke up from under his hood.

“Man, you two went 24 times?” Virgil asked, twisting in his seat to see both Logan and Roman.

“I’m convinced that the danger of whatever this is is following Logan,” Roman said.

“Nope,” Logan countered. “During the brief time when I moved upstairs and Virgil moved downstairs with you last semester, nothing happened to me, but Virgil fell down stairs and sprained his ankle.”

There was a brief moment of silence before Roman whispered, horrified, “It is following me.”

The entire care burst into laughter. After another moment of silence, Patton spoke up in his congested voice, “I thought of something guys.”

“What?” Logan asked.

“We can make a fully unfunctional human. I sprained my right wrist at swing a month and a half ago. I was just way earlier than you guys,” Patton said.

“We are a mess,” Virgil laughed, running one hand through his hair.

The entire car joined in as they pulled into the Student Health parking lot for hopefully the last time that semester. Spoiler alert: It wasn’t.

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